My Girlfriend Joins the Rugby Team

I couldn't believe my luck - somehow I was dating one of the hottest girls on campus. Jess was certainly the most attractive girl I had ever been with. She had dark hair, big brown eyes, and a tight gymnast body that caught every guy's attention. Part of her allure was her perfect C-cups, and part was her small and curvy ass, but mostly it was her charming and flirtatious personality that had guys hanging at her every word. Altogether, Jess was one of the most irresistible and sought after girls in the whole university.

So when she said yes to being my girlfriend I was thrilled, and a bit surprised. I mean it helps that I'm a Junior and she's just a Freshmen, but while I'm a good looking guy I'm certainly no jock, and I had never been with a girl as sexy as her. I think a big part of the appeal for her was me being the nice guy. She seemed to have been a bit wild in high school and came into college with a similar attitude. I think with me she saw some consistency, a sweet guy to settle down with.

Our first few months dating were incredible. We began spending all of our time together, and I was genuinely convinced I had tamed this firecracker of a girl into a sweet and caring girlfriend. Sure, she was still a little more friendly with guys than I would've liked, but she made it very clear I shouldn't be jealous and I had done my best to obey. She assured me that even if she did get a bit flirty, she had never crossed the line of cheating before, and never would.

Best of all, the sex was amazing. Beyond amazing, I had never had anything life it. I was feeling on top of the world, until things took a little turn when Jess decided to join the rugby team.

I was pretty shocked when she told me about it. For starters, I didn't even realize our school's team was co-ed. Still, I had no reason to have a problem with it. Even if I wasn't much of a sports guy, she was an athletic girl and rugby was supposedly an exciting game.

Over the next couple of weeks Jess was practicing a lot with her new team. She would come back to my dorm room every evening muddy and sore. She'd strip off her short black athletic shorts, her white tank top and her sports bra before asking me for a massage to help make her feel better. Of course I was happy to oblige, and lucky to have my own room. Each night I would rub her down as she gave me the play by play from practice. She seemed to really like her teammates, and always had fun stories to tell about their shenanigans.

"You wouldn't believe what happened tonight," she started one evening while my hands rubbed her quads. "So we're in the scrum, everyone on top of each other, and Rick gave Matt a wet willy!" I laughed politely, more focused on the tantalizing body in front of me.

"And then in the next scrum, Matt got him back by trying to stick his finger up Rick's butt!" she continued with a smile. "So I told them to stop messing around, and that we should focus with our first game coming up. And guess what they did?"

"What'd they do?" I asked, though I was still only half listening.

"They started tickling me, right there in the scrum!" Now she had my attention.

"They tickled you? Like under your arms?"

"Under my arms, on my sides, my legs. Then a couple of the other guys started too and suddenly the scrum turned into a tickle fest with me as the target!" I could tell she was loving all the attention she got. That's one thing about Jess, she certainly loved to be the center of it all. "They tickled me so much I almost peed myself."

"Then what happened?" I asked anxiously.

"Well Jeremy tried to tickle my butt at the bottom of my shorts, so I told them enough was enough and they all stopped. But it was really funny, everyone was cracking up."

Needless to say, I didn't particularly find this humorous, but I knew better than to act jealous. Jess hated jealousy, and let me know on multiple occasions that she had dumped her last two boyfriends because they got too jealous. Instead, I simply smiled and replied, "hey, how about I come to your next practice?"

"Oh, sure," she said before placing her foot in my hands to continue in her massage.

The following day I attended class and then made my way to the rugby field. By the time I got there they had already started. I looked around the field and realized, not too surprisingly, that Jess was the only girl on the team. I'm sure standing out like that made it that much more fun for her.

As I watched them play I started to notice that her teammates would make a conscious effort to get Jess the ball. At first I thought that was nice - looking out for the girl on the team and keeping her involved - but soon I noticed their hidden motivation. Every attempted "tackle" looked more like a chance for these guys to put their hands all over my girlfriend. As she ran with the ball, one teammate wrapped his arms around her and got a great feel of her sides as he let her pass through. The next was even less subtle, and his hands traveled from her stomach to the top of her short black shorts before letting her pass. Finally the last defender came at her head on. She tried to juke past him, and he seemed to let her get the first step. As she went past, he reached out and I swear his hands glided clearly across her chest.

Jess crossed the line to score and celebrated. "Haha, never had a chance!" she called out to her grinning teammates. Then she looked over and saw me watching from the sideline. "Hey honey, did you see that?" she called out to me.

"Yeah, I saw it," I replied.

"Oh is this the famous boyfriend?" one of the guys asked, walking toward me with Jess. It was the guy who had just "accidentally" groped my girlfriend's breasts on the field.

Jess introduced us as they got closer. "Babe this is Rick, he's the team captain. He's the one who made the exception to let me on the team." This was news to me, but I let it go.

"Nice to meet you Rick," I said, shaking his hand. Rick was about 6 foot 3 with dark hair and more muscle in one arm than I probably had in my whole body.

"Good to me you at last. We've heard a lot about you," he said with a grin. "You're a lucky guy to have this one, but so are we...she's got a lot of potential."

"Oh, great to hear," I sheepishly replied.

"Alright, see you on the field Jess," Rick said as he dashed back out there.

"Baby, did you see me score?"

"Um, yeah, I did. Seemed like some of those guys got a nice handful though, huh?"

"Well it's not my fault they can't keep up with me, didn't you know your girl was quick?"

"Yeah, it just seemed..."

"You're not getting jealous, are you?" she asked. "Because you know I don't like jealous guys."I knew all too well, and I was determined to not make the same mistake as her past boyfriends.

"Not jealous, just want to make sure it's a fair game," I replied.

"Thanks babe, I'll see you after." She gave me a kiss and ran back out onto the field.

That Saturday was the team's first game, at a college about 20 minutes from our own. I headed out and watched them play, cheering from the sidelines. Jess actually did ok, she at least wasn't the worst one on the team. Rick seemed to be the best player out there, and pretty much guaranteed the win on his own.

After the final whistle, Jess jogged over to me. "Sweetie we won!" she said, giving me a big kiss.

"I know it, you played great."

"So the team is gonna go out to a bar around here, any chance you'd be my designated driver?" Before I could even reply she said, "thanks hun, you're the best. I'll make it worth your while later." That was pretty much all the convincing I needed.

"Hey Jess, time to shit the showers!" one of the guys called out with an Australian accent.

"Ha-ha," she yelled back. "In your dreams Dave." She turned back to me and said, "I am super sweaty though, and they warned me there's only one away team shower."

"Well we could go back..." I started.

"No, no time for that. I'll just shower in my underwear and change after. "

"In your underwear?" I asked skeptically.

"Oh don't go getting all jealous again. I've got a sports bra and full panties, it's less revealing than a bathing suit silly!" I guess that was true, but I still wasn't comfortable with it. "Just hang here, I'll be back in a few minutes and we can go."

After she ran off, I paced nervously for what felt like an eternity, though it was probably more like a half hour. Finally she emerged from the locker room along with the rest of the team, all smiling and laughing. She hurried over to me with her clean clothes (a sexy blue dress) and wet hair. "Ready to roll babe?"

"Sure," I said, trying to be cool about it all. As we got into the car I couldn't help but ask, "what took so long in there?"

"Oh, just boys being boys. You know how it is."

"Did something happen?" I asked, trying not to reveal how much my stomach was turning upside down as I pulled the car into the street..

"Well as soon as I walked in there everyone cheered. It was just one big communal shower. So they started chanting for me to 'take - it - off' which was hilarious. Obviously I wasn't going to get naked, but I figured I'd play along. So I slowly took off my shirt, spun it around, and threw it at them. Then I turned around and wiggled out of my little shorts, as if I was like a stripper. It was hilarious, they were all laughing and cheering."

"And then what happened?" I asked, part horrified but somehow becoming a little aroused at the whole scenario.

"Well I threw my shorts and Dave - he's such a goof ball - he picked them up and smelled them! So silly. But then they tried to get me to take off more and I obviously I refused. I told them that's for my boyfriend only and he's right upstairs."

"Ok," I said, at least happy it stopped there. "And then what about the rest of the time?"

"Well, then all the guys stripped down. I didn't take into account that there would be 15 dongs all around me! It was so funny, I was just in the middle of all these guys showering naked. I tried not to pay attention but they were everywhere! It was really silly. Some of the guys even got erect which made me laugh."

"They got hard in a shower with the team?"

"Well, I think they were just watching me. I didn't realize at first but you can kinda see the outline of my boobs when my sports bra gets that wet. No one told me though so they all just kept trying to get closer and talk to me. I thought they were all just being friendly but then I looked down and could see my nipples poking through!"

"And did you cover yourself up?"

"Well at that point they had already seen it, so I just went on showering. But pretty soon a few of the guys were really close to me, chatting it up. Then Jeremy's dick actually hit my stomach as he turned around! It was hysterical, but I realized it was probably time to finish up. So here I am!"

Despite my initial horror, I couldn't help but be aroused by the whole situation, and Jess took notice of my erection beneath the steering wheel. "Oh baby, does that excite you? All those boys checking me out?" She reached over and began to rub my cock.

"No, just can't help but get excited thinking about you half naked."

"Liar" she said with a smile. She began to rub faster, but before I could be relieved she spotted the bar. "There it is! Oh, it's going to be so much fun!"

She jumped out of the car as soon as I hit the parking spot. She hurried inside to greet the team, leaving me to wait for my excitement to pass by. After about a minute I headed in. Jess was surrounded by the team, about a dozen guys had shown up, and they were already taking down shots.

"Ben, over here!" she called out to me. The bar was decent enough, and it had a couple pool tables and even an old mechanical bull. As I walked over the team greeted me, and kindly offered me a shot. "None for him," Jess yelled out over the music, taking the shot out of my hand and drinking it herself.. "He's my DD tonight."

As the night continued I watched on as my girlfriend savored being the center of attention, and the guys were happy to indulge her. They kept asking her questions, telling her jokes, and finding reasons to playfully touch her arm or hug her. After awhile the bar got pretty packed and soon enough the mechanical bull was up and running. I knew it was only a matter of time until...

"Jess, you've gotta ride!"

"What? That thing? No way!" she responded.

"What are you scared??" Jeremy called out.

"No, but I don't see any of you jumping on."

Rick wasted no time accepting the challenge. "Fine, I'll go on first, and then you have to go on!" I hoped she wouldn't fall for such a ploy but as soon as the team started cheering I knew it was too late. After a few minutes, Rick had taken his ride and gotten half the bar to start chanting "JESS! JESS!" She was blushing and clearly loving her spreading popularity, especially in her drunken state.

She stepped through the gate and climbed on top of the bull. She gave a rather silly "yee-haw!" as the operator started it up. It didn't take long to realize that the operator was well trained at one thing in particular - providing the best show possible. He worked the bull slowly from front to back, causing Jess' dress to gradually ride up her legs. She hadn't realized this yet, and was obliviously acting proud at how well she was staying on when Rick had been thrown off.

The guys in the bar all pushed closer, with her teammates front and center. Suddenly my view was becoming obstructed, and I hurriedly moved for better positioning. Once my line of sight was clear I could see that things had escalated and the her dress was right at the bottom of her butt. Worse yet, her boobs were dangerously close to popping out. I began to get worried, wondering if she'd regret it considering all the camera phones that were now out and pointed her way. I contemplated jumping in, but I knew she wouldn't forgive me for it. Instead, I just watched.

The dress rode a little higher and now her red lace panties were visible, along with most of her butt cheeks. The bull began to move faster and faster, and I could see just the slightest bit of my girlfriend's eft nipple become visible. Before things could get too much worse in that department, the bull jolted forward and Jess fell off frontwards, with her dress going completely upside down in the process. Once she hit the soft landing mat, it took her a few seconds of half mooning the entire bar for her to adjust her clothes. She stood up and everyone cheered. She threw her hands into the air, soaking it in, and then was handed another shot from Rick.

After some time the bar cleared out a bit and the party died down a little. There were about 6 members of the team left, not including Jess and myself, and we had been spending our time shooting some pool. Jess was pretty drunk at this point, and still her usual charming and flirty self. She would occasionally say a few words to me like "baby, isn't this so much fun?" or "did you see me up on the bull? I was on it so long!" Otherwise I just stood around drinking some soda and hoping she'd tire out soon enough.

"Hey Ben, how about some pool?" I looked up to see Rick offering me a stick.

"Ah, no thanks."

"Come on baby, show him how good you are!" It was the first time Jess had acknowledged me in about twenty minutes, so I couldn't help but enjoy the encouraging words.

"Oh, you're good are you?" Rick asked. "How about a little wager then?"

"Nah, I'm not that good, and I don't play for money anyways."

"That's too bad," he replied, "be fun to raise the stakes here."

"Oo, I've got an idea!" Jess yelled out. "Winner gets to see my boobs!" Rick smiled ear to ear and the rest of the team got quiet in anticipation. Jess looked at me and winked. She clearly thought this was something that I would enjoy.

"Babe, what are you doing?" I asked, pulling her to the side.

"Come on, have some fun. Show him how good you are!" She started to walk back to the group. "If you don't play then it's a forfeit!" she called out, echoed by loads of cheers from the team.

I figured I might as well play. After all, in her drunken state she probably thought that because I was aroused in the car that I might like this. That, or she was just eager to show off her goods tonight after all this attention. Either way I was set on winning.

The game didn't take long. I knocked a few in, but Rick was clearly the better player and he knew it. As he lined up for the 8-ball he looked at me and smiled smugly. "Sorry Benny boy. Corner pocket." He hit it without question.

"Aw, Ben!!" Jess yelled out, at least feigning some disappointment. "Alright, time to pay up!" she yelled, turning to Rick as the rest of the team gathered behind him.

"Um, the bet was with Rick, not the whole team!" I said to her.

"Oh don't be a sore loser babe, you get to see them all the time and there's not even that many people here." She grabbed one arm of her dress and stepped directly in front of me so everyone could see but me. She turned back to say "and no peaking!"

She pulled the dress down from the top, presumably grabbing her bra along with it. I could see all their faces light up, but after about two seconds she pulled it back up.

"Oh come on, that's not enough!" one guy yelled.

"You've gotta do at least 5 seconds!" another said.

"Fiiine," she replied with a slur, pulling her dress down again. The audience counted slowly - One...Two...As they did multiple camera phones began to click. Rick of course was front and center, enjoying his triumphant view. "Hurry up you guys!" she exclaimed. Finally they hit five, and she giggled as she pulled her dress back up. Multiple guys from her team, guys who see her everyday, had just seen my girlfriend's amazing breasts right up close.

Thankfully the bartender yelled for last call, and the excitement of the evening ended. Jess said her farewells with close hugs and some playful high fives, and as soon as we got in the car she fell asleep. I brought her back to school and helped her back into my dorm before climbing into bed with her.

The following day Jess was quite hungover and very apologetic. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry I was a bad date last night, but you were so good to DD and take good care of me." At the least she made me feel a little better about the whole thing, and I forgave her soon enough. Of course she was more apologizing for not including me than for flashing half her rugby team. He defense was that it's not a big deal to flash people on special occasions in college, and a few seconds of looking was nothing compared to what I get from her. I supposed she was right.

Jess continued playing Rugby, but it didn't seem like anyone made a big deal about having seen her breasts. I'm sure secretly they were all picturing her topless while going for their tackles (or just enjoying whatever pics they got on their phones in private), but she didn't seem to mind their newfound intimacy.

I couldn't help but feel jealous though, how could I not? Here she was running around with all these athletes who had now seen her beautiful breasts first hand. And here I was, her boyfriend, getting to hear all the "hilarious" stories from practice while rubbing her back, legs and feet. Finally I knew I had to take a stand, for my own pride, but I didn't want to do anything too drastic and risk losing her.

So when she came back from practice one day and asked for her foot rub, I said "you know I'm actually a little tired of giving massages. I think I need a break for awhile." I was expecting her to get worried, feel bad, apologize for not being more considerate, something. But instead she played it completely cool.

She just said, "ok, no worries, I won't ask again." And that was that.

Until the following day. Per usual, she showed up at my room sometime after practice, dressed in her dirty rugby clothes. I couldn't help but stare at her short black shorts and want to give her a massage, but I knew I had to show at least a little bit of pride.