Jen sighed, her head resting against the charter bus window, watching as the cornfields slowly turned into suburbs. She reflected on how fun the past six months had been, how much she was enjoying her freshman year at college. Her new life was an infinite world of possibilities that far surpassed the sheltered, semi-rural life she had experienced in the Plains of the Midwest. The big game coming up the next day was exciting yes, but she was having trouble taking her mind off of the previous night.
Her roommate, Rebecca, had brought back to the room two bottles of wine. She knew the older boy in the next dorm over had bought them for her since she was only 18, and given Rebecca's reputation Jen hadn't had to think too hard about how she had persuaded him to help out. Either way, Jen wasn't judgemental and was just grateful to be able to drink a little, even on a Wednesday night. As the pair opened the second bottle after some small talk, sitting on the couch together under separate blankets, Rebecca started giggling and popped up to throw a DVD into their TV. Jen was a bit shocked as moments later it became clear that Becca had acquired the cheesy, decade-old porn they had jokingly promised to take off the hands of one of their friends. Porn that she only imagined could be called hardcore, although it was her first time seeing porn and she wasn't sure.
Women with huge fake breasts bounced and screamed on top of enormous cocks -- and their faces, laden with makeup, taking load after load of cum as they stuck out their tongues and stroked. Tanned bimbos and beefcake men did not particularly excite her, but the carnal acts that pervaded the whole thing made her damp between the thighs. She wondered if any real men had beautiful dicks like those. She had only had sex once in high school, and both the boy's body and skills left something to be desired. To warm her up he had shoved a finger inside her and jiggled it around, way too hard and quickly, which completed the foreplay. Right after he lay on top of her missionary, his mediocre penis entering her. It had felt okay, but about 20 seconds later he grunted and came before collapsing next to her on the bed. Not like the studs on the screen. Their hard tanned bodies held the women in place by the hips, aggressively fucking them for minutes at a time with their impossibly thick shafts. Jen wanted it, imagining herself naked and being shoved down on the obnoxious men.
Could she be that sexy, writhing and moaning atop a stud? Wringing her sweaty palms against each other, she thought of touching herself before remembering Becca was next to her. But she quickly realized Becca was not paying any attention to her....she could see a hand rapidly moving under the blanket, and Becca was biting her lip, her eyes glued to the screen. Jen's hand started to wander beneath the waistband of her own sweatpants. Minutes later they were both sitting on their respective sides of the couch, quietly rubbing their throbbing clits, knowing full well what the other was doing. Jen found her mind wondering what her roommate's pussy looked like...was it different than her own? Did it taste the same? Surely that wasn't turning her on though. Both quietly squeezed their knees together and came a few moments later. After it had finished they both went to bed, drunk, without acknowledging what had happened.
Just a few hours later Jen was up and getting on the bus to the city for the big game, Becca quietly snoring as she left. She entered the present moment again and listened to the chatter of the girls behind her, which was suddenly cut short by the assertive call to quiet down from the front of the bus. Coach Staci's voice commanded respect, regardless of her tiny stature, as she stood up from her seat to address the team. Every girl on the bus directed their attention to her, all their eyes burning with envy. The petite woman looked almost like a cartoon; her breasts stretched the fabric of the team's t-shirt, distorting the letters of the name until they were almost illegible, eroding Jen's confidence in her own youthful but much smaller pair -- her big, doughy eyes and long eyelashes seemed to scream "fuck me" -- and her middle-aged but toned waist hourglassed out into a bubble butt, which her extremely tight jeans did nothing to hide. Some of the girls on the team hated her, but Jen couldn't help but think about how much she liked Staci, zoning out, not listening to a word she was saying. Staci dripped sexuality yes, she really flaunted her body yes, but she was also very sweet and had an oddly maternal side. Jen didn't realize it, but her pulse sped up a bit as Staci walked down the aisle of the moving bus and approached her row of seats. Staci sat down next to her "Did you catch all that, missy?"
"Uh y-yeah" the younger girl stammered, just now realizing coach must have finished her speech already.
"Sure you did." Staci smiles sweetly and with her perfectly manicured hand she brushes the dark blonde hair from Jen's eyes. The younger woman gives a playful, nervous giggle and smile in return, blushing a little bit. I wonder what other parts of her blush, Staci thought to herself.
An hour later they were all unloading off the bus, entering the modern highrise hotel on the outskirts of the city. The school spared no expense for their women's soccer team, the highest performing team at the university, and they wanted to set them up right for the tournament the next day. Jen was annoyed by her position at the back of the bus, considering how badly she had to pee. As the girls in front of her slowly ambled down the little stair to exit the bus she tore past them, her duffel bag on her back, quickly walking past several girls and into the lavish lobby. Her eyes darted about...a family....Staci at the front desk talking to the concierge...aha! Bathrooms! She darted toward the hallway with the sign, and hastily jogged around the corner -- right into someone. She felt like she hit a wall, and as her toned ass immediately fell toward the ground she reached out, her arms flailing to catch herself on something. And one arm did, sort of, but it didn't stop her from landing with a thud on the carpeted floor.
As she opened her eyes from wincing, she saw what she had ran into. Her eyes scanned up from his nice leather shoes up to his good-looking face. He appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. His green eyes looked down at her, wide-eyed, through black plastic frames. He was wearing a sharp outfit...nice slacks with a belt and leather shoes, a lightly patterned shirt with a green and blue patterned tie. He said nothing and they stared at each other for a moment before Jen noticed his reaction to be a bit awkward. Suddenly something in her hand moved, and she recoiled in horror when she realized what -- in her flailing about her arm had grabbed at him, and as she fell onto the ground her hand kept contact, sliding down with her, until her hand had landed directly on his penis, the outline visible through the fitted slacks. Mouth agape she profusely spat out apologies, her face flushed.
"Really, really it's okay! It was an accident." He flashed a handsome smile to try and soothe her. He reached an arm out to her, and she couldn't help but notice his toned, strong arms that showed beneath his sleeves, which were rolled up to near his elbow. She felt a rush as he helped her get standing again easily.
"I was just in such a rush, I just really had to....eh...." she realized she didn't like where she was taking the conversation.
"Pee?" he said with emphasis, in a friendly mocking tone.
"Yes! Uh...what gave me away?"
"Well....the fact you were running for the bathroom....and maybe the fact you're holding your thighs together as tightly as you can." He smiled and she liked it so much she had a hard time looking him in the eye.
A small rush of embarrassment went through her as she started walking backwards toward the bathroom door.
