~~~~ Minding my own Business ~~~~
Standing in only my flip-flops I slowly move the hairbrush, while the open-air dries off my body. You see, I like to let the water naturally air-dry, as much as possible, before using a towel for that final effort. Sweeping the brush through my long blonde hair in slow, even strokes is a common ritual for me after a relaxing hot shower.
Now my eyes are lullabying into a nice zone of calm while roaming up and down my nude reflection. With the privacy of everyone almost gone for the day, I allow myself time to indulge in admiring my God given body of female excellence, and yes, years of hard athletic work.
The results?
My body is chiseled perfection from head to toe, and I make sure to keep it that way. Staying in the best shape possible; I lift weights, cross-train, and play soccer, softball and basketball. Of course not all at the same time, but over the years and whenever time allows. From the diamond hardness of my calves, that then runs up to my long muscular thighs, leading up to my ass that is sculpted as the rest of me. Round and tight. Even when fully relaxed my buns looked like I am lightly squeezing them, giving a hint of a curve on the sides that men love. Around front a finely trimmed blonde strip showed from between my legs. My torso always looks like I am flexing a powerful six pack, with a hint of an eight pack if I really do flex. But it was my breasts that always got the attention, large double D breasts that sat up so firm and high I had arguments with people who swore they are fake, and my denials were lies. Alternating the brushing from left to right hands my forearms and biceps curl, again no effort at flexing here, they would just swell with little effort. My cold blue eyes just keep staring straight ahead. My nose, cheeks all perfectly straight and angular. My chin had just the faintest hint of a dimple. I have even rejected modeling offers for years, not interested, sports would always be my focus in life, among other things.
But like I said, I never talk openly about it, nor flaunt it, I mean that...Yes...yes...I know, I just did a lot of bragging in the above paragraphs, but that is really the extent of it...truly...I swear!
Basketball season is just getting in full swing, although I never was really interested in the game. But at 5' 11" from an early age, and already athletic, the pressure was intense. I was one of the tallest girls in the school, and the second best player on the basketball team. The sport came naturally to me so it all worked out. (As for the best player? Well, I will get to her in a moment.)
So, this routine of brushing my hair and air-drying is time for me to unwind, a form of mediation of sorts. And yes, as I just admitted, a moment of self-admiration. But seriously, what is wrong with a little self-admiration? I wasn't showing off my body to anyone but me.
But that is not good enough. A lot of the girls on the team are still annoyed, such petty jealousy. They think I perform this ritual for the sole purpose of flaunting my body. And so what if I am? So what! I am the only audience. Very irritating. This is 'my' one moment to myself. Outside of this locker room I make a concerted effort to suppress my arrogance, but I guess those efforts are not enough. Maybe I am putting out subliminal messages in other ways?
Anyway, I've stopped combing my hair, my hand is still hovering over the top with some strands caught in the brush. I have become so annoyed by what other people might think of me that I have lost my train-of-thought, and my rhythm. I take a deep breath and try to 'zone out', close my eyes and another deep breath, and then open them again. I am slow at doing things, I only move fast when it comes to athletics, meaning I am usually the last to leave the locker room because I enjoy a long hot shower, putting moisturizer all over my body at a leisurely pace. Taking time to blow-dry and comb out my hair, every process has a very soothing effect when done right.
Besides, it is the end of the day and I have no where to be but home, so I was in no rush. Just take my time and relax.
You might recall that I previously mentioned that I am the second best basketball player on our High School team. Well, the number one player is now walking up to the same counter where I am standing. So much for a relaxing moment. Let me stop right here and point out an interesting fact about the layout our locker-room. There are multiple stations staggered next to the rows of lockers. Each station has a mirror with electrical outlets, dual sinks, and enough common space for two people to lay out other essentials, like makeup bags and such. But of course......of all the stations available...she picks the one I am standing at.
And I know all the other stations are empty, because I know what time it is, and the near dead silence in the locker room means we are probably the last two here. Maybe she just wants to be social? Highly unlikely! Wow, do I have a bad attitude.
I really don't mind that she is coming over to where I am, not at all, we get along well enough. Is there a competitive vibe between us? Of course, we are athletes. Even though we play on the same team, we are always competing against one another, pushing the other, being #1 and #2 (me). But we have never been friends, nor even exchange text messages or hang-out outside of school. We make just enough effort to be cordial towards one another. Well, now I have to admit something else, and this sounds so petty. But there is another competition between us as well. Just as intense as when we are on the basketball court, maybe even more intense because of how we girl's can be. And it all comes down to our looks and our bodies. We are the two most attractive and fit girls in the school, probably the whole district, maybe even the whole damn state. So add that into the mix and it feels like we are in a constant state of rivalry. So now you get the picture? You have sports, beauty, and brawn. Being two Alpha female's...things can get very tense at any moment. Amazingly we have managed to navigate those many minefields without a serious problem. How is that possible? Glad you ask. I believe the primary reason we have not had any 'bad' confrontations is because I am usually the one who backs down first. Pick and choose your battles, as they say.
~~~~ The Queen and The Challenge ~~~~
And here she is...The queen herself. Striding towards the counter to my right, a white towel draped over her left forearm, and a bag of personal belongs in her right hand. Her flip-flops slapping along with every step. She is not only the best player on our team, she is probably the tallest girl in the school, but she only has me beat by an inch, coming in at 6' even. But she is still growing! Soon she will be towing over me.
I still catch my breath sometimes, she appears like some Nubian goddess, walking out from deepest parts of the Deserts in Kush near Nubia, where their skin is black as a starless sky. Shoulders always back, head held high, she is regal in every way. Especially now; Naked from head to toe with a powerful body that is almost as muscular and powerful as my own. If she lifted weights as hard as I do, well...I don't want to even think about that! Our breasts compete equally for the exact space on our chests and our nipples large and firm.
"Hello Monique." I give a half-friendly, half-forced smile.
"Hello Annika." She gives a half-friendly, half-forced smile, right back.
From how elegantly she moves you would never guess she is a monster on the basketball court, so am I, but as I said before - 'pick and choose your battles.' I made a calculated decision to concede the space and position of dominance to her. Why? Because Monique has a future in basketball and I do not, or I should say I do not want one. So, as a team member I want to help build up our star player. That decision wasn't mine alone, the coach pulled me aside and 'in so many words' told me to make sure I 'did my part' to elevate our team star. Okay. Go-Team-Go!
