Chapter 6
"Oh," she said. "No," he said, "don't go away." She said, "I walked in on you." He said, "Baby, I've been waiting for you to walk in on me like this for nearly a month."
"Really, now, this is your sanctuary," she said. "I don't suppose you boys much care to have girls running into your locker room. Not just because of the sign of the door, I mean. A man's got to have a place to himself."
"Don't go," he said. "Really. Sometimes a man likes to share his sanctuary."
"You better get dressed," she said. "I oughtn't to be looking at you like this."
"Honey," he said, "we're all made the same."
"We're not all made like that," she said.
"You laughing at me?"
"Honestly, I only wandered in here looking for a girl friend. I mean, I didn't even think. I didn't even see the sign on the door. I oughtn't to be here, I can see that now."
"You ought to be here," he said. "You ought to see this, now."
"Oh," she said. "You are being most forward with me."
"It's not a thing a man can control."
"Can't you?" she said. "I mean I see you boys out on the field and all, throwing the ball around and I think, my, my, what a disciplined group of boys. What a strong, disciplined group of boys they must be. I mean, it must take extraordinary will power to force yourself through those tense physical rigors. Extraordinary."
"Come over here and sit down," he said. "I mean," she said, "you are just the most extraordinary boy."
"Come over here and sit down."
"You didn't see my girlfriend wander in through here, did you? Tall, thin, brunette, pretty? Chrissy? I'll just take a peek behind these lockers here. Chrissy? Are you in here?"
"Come here."
"You didn't eat her up, now, did you, you big strong boy?"
"Come out from behind those lockers," he said, "and I will show you something quite extraordinary-."
"I am not in the habit of carrying on conversations with naked boys and I can only imagine to just what you are referring. Chrissy? Chrissy, come on out and save me from this big, ghastly, naked boy."
"Come on out from behind there," he said. "You just go on and get into that shower like you was doing when I walked in and I'll tiptoe on out of here and the two of us can pretend we never saw each other."
"I'm not taking no shower," he said.
"Oh."
"I am going to stand here naked and wait for you."
"Oh," she said.
"And I am going to stand here all day and if you never come out, why, then, I'll just never leave and sooner or later they will find us in here and you know as well as I just what they will suppose you and I have been doing, or finished doing, or were preparing to do."
"Oh, my," she said. "Uh huh," he said. "Oh, oh, my," she said. "All the way out from behind there," he said. She said, "Alright."
"Alright."
"Yes."
"Come on over here and sit down next to me on this bench," he said. "It's awful wet."
"I just toweled it off."
"Oh," she said, "you did."
"Yes I did."
"It's kind of warm, isn't it. Kind of sticky and warm."
"But it's dry."
"Uh huh."
"I just toweled it off."
"Uh huh."
"You ever seen one of these before?" he asked.
"Oh, Lord have mercy," she said. "Dear, dear lord have mercy."
"His name is Little Anse."
"Little Anse!" she laughed. "Little Anse. I declare, naming a thing like that. Giving a name to a thing like that.
Why it's something only a boy would do. Why I surely don't have a name for my-"
"Yes?"
"-you know."
"Uh huh."
"You know."
"I sure do. I sure do know. I had a pair like that, I sure as hell would name them. I'd name them Cassandra."
"Cassandra?" she asked. "She was a goddess, or something. She was a beautiful goddess. Like you."
"Oh, my. Oh, don't embarrass me. A goddess! Why, it's just my breasts. I mean, let's be honest. Girls have breasts and guys don't. That's all. Why, to think that all I have to do is just put my hands on them, just like this, just sort of squeeze them a little and men get just the most peculiar looks on their faces-"
"Oh, God."
"Oh!" she squealed. "Look what's happening right down there between your legs."
"Don't go," he said. She said, "How come it's doing that? Look, it's getting all hard. Oh and it's so warm. It's so big and warm."
"Oh. Oh, Jesus. Oh."
"Can't you stand up? I just touched you and now you can't even stand up. And here I thought you were so strong and so full of discipline."
"Baby," he said, "you talk too fucking much."
And he slid his cock into her mouth.
She took his hand and she squeezed his fingers as she pulled her mouth off his dick, stood up in front of him and disrobed. She disrobed very slowly. She leaned down and untied her saddle shoes. Her fingers worked hard at the tight knots. She untied her right shoe and then she untied her left shoe. The floor was wet. She looked at the wet floor and frowned. She stood on one leg, on her right leg and lifted her left leg up into the air. She held onto him for support.
Her skirt raised up over her hips as she lifted her leg. He saw her panties.
She pulled off her shoe and rolled her sock over her arched foot. She stuffed the white ankle sock into the shoe and placed the shoe on the bench behind her. Then she put her naked foot on the floor. "Oh."
The floor was cold and clammy and wet and slippery. "Oh," she said. She lifted her right leg in the air and held his hand and she took off her shoe and rolled her sock down over her ankle, drawing it over her toes. It crackled as she drew it over her toes.
"Static cling," she laughed.
She stuffed the sock in the shoe and placed the shoe next to her left shoe, on the bench behind her.
She stood barefoot on the floor. She was even shorter than she looked.
"Little one," he said, smiling.
"Big one," she laughed back at him and still held his hand.
She reached around to her ass with her left hand and unzipped her skirt. She pulled the skirt down to her ankles and she held the skirt as she drew her feet up out of it. "Oh," she said, "look. The corner got wet."
"Oh," he agreed. He was not talking about the corner of her skirt. "Let go," she said. She pulled her hand out of his and slid her fingers down under the waistband of her panties. The elastic waistband stretched out away from her hips. She pulled the panties down to her ankles. She bent over;" He saw her naked ass as she bent over. He saw the very back of her naked ass as she reached her arms down to the floor and held her panties tight and drew her feet up through the leg openings in the panties and was free of them. They did not get wet. He whistled, very softly. "You ought to name that, too," he said. She laughed. She crossed her arms over her stomach and her hands grabbed at the bottom of her sweater. She moved her crossed arms up towards her neck, pulling the sweater with them. The sweater inched up her torso and her belly button was revealed. She moved her arms up over her head. Her arms uncrossed as she reached them up over her head. Her sweater followed her arms and pulled all the way off her chest until it hung around her head, inside out and covered her face. Her breasts bobbed free of the sweater. They fell down out of the sweater and swung back and forth on her chest.
He lowered his right hand to her groin, palm up and pressed his wide, flat palm up against her hair. He held his hands between her legs and he pressed his palm hard against her flesh. Her hair bunched up between his fingers. His palm was warm and she was warm and their flesh was damp as her lips met his palm.
He said, "I think I would name this, Hero." She said, "Oh." Her head was in the sweater and she closed her eyes and held her arms aloft. "Hero," she said. "Another God," he said. "Goddess, I mean. Anyway, I think so. They were all bronze, that's the point. They were all bronze. And so are you. Your hair. It's bronze." She whipped her head out of the sweater and she turned and gathered her sweater, her panties and her skirt and lay them in a neat pile on the bench next to her shoes and socks. He did not take his hand away from her. She turned her head away from him to lay her clothing on the bench and she felt his lips close in over her right nipple. She shivered. "Oh," she said. He cupped his free hand up under her right breast and balanced the breast on his flattened palm. Her breast slumped over his palm. He licked her nipple. He pointed his tongue, until the tip of his tongue tapped at the point of her nipple. He tapped at her nipple, with his tongue and then he slid his tongue down over her nipple, until her nipple grazed over the length of his tongue, from its very tip to its base deep inside his mouth. Then he drew his tongue back into his mouth, sliding it again over the point of her nipple, until the tip of his tongue once again rested at the point of her nipple.
Her nipple hardened. "Oh," she said. She took his hand and led him into the shower. "We won't get caught?" she said. "I'm the last person here, always."
"Teammates?" she said. "Won't come again until the morning. "Coach?"
"Come and gone."
"Janitor?"
"They only come out at night."
"You?"
"I'll come whenever you call." She led him into the shower. "I like it hot," she said. "Steamy and hot."
"Mmmmm," he said. "Good and steamy and hot."
"Uh huh," he said. "Let's get it all nice and steamy and hot."
"Mmmmm hmmmmmm," he said. "Hold me tighter." She wrapped her arms more tightly around his waist and felt Little Anse, tense and excited, obtrude between their legs. "Turn on the geysers," she whispered. He turned on all the shower heads. Every spigot in the gang shower spurted steaming, hot water out onto the floor of the stall.
They stood in the middle, where none of the hot water could reach them. Steam ballooned around their bodies. They became enveloped in steam. Drops of water condensed on their skin. Droplets of condensed water clung to her ass and to his balls and to her breasts. They stood in the middle of a tropical region. They were hot. "Do that harder," he said. She was on her knees. "Much, much harder," he begged. The floor was hot and her knees burned against the tiles. He filled her up. She took a very deep breath every time she pulled back off of him, so that she could take him even more deeply into her mouth. "Oh, Jesus," he said. His knees buckled. Steam surrounded him and condensed water clung to his big, big balls. His balls hung low in the heat and they swayed. "Oh, yes," he said. "Oh, God. Oh, that's very, very good." She took another deep breath. She could not take him deeply enough. He would have slid all the way down the length of her throat and she would have been glad of it. Yet, she could only open her mouth so wide. "Oh my God," he said.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and tried to support himself. She was going to take him all the way down her throat. He never knew a girl to get so much of him down her throat. It was the Grand Canyon. Her mouth was the fucking Grand Canyon.
"Mmmmm," she moaned.
She didn't talk but she could slurp. She slurped and he heard the slurps, mingled with the sounds of the water beating down all around them, against the tile floor of the gang shower. "Oh, yes, baby. Oh, yes, yes, yes, baby." His hips swayed. They swayed forward and back. And forward and back. "Oh, pull," he shouted. "That's it, just pull. Oh, God, nobody ever pulled on me like that before." Her fingers were long and soft around his balls and they bounced back up against her chin when she let go. "Again," he begged. "Grab them again." They were rubbery. His balls were rubbery and she grabbed them again. "Uh," he said. "Oh. Oh. Oh." His hips swayed. She took another deep breath, her very last deep breath, this time out, at least. "Oh! Hard! Oh, as hard as you can! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh-" He shouted. He held onto her shoulders and tipped back his head. His shouts echoed off the walls of the shower room. She swallowed over and over again as fast as she could, swallow, swallow, swallow. She could hardly swallow fast enough. "Uh," he said. "Mmmmm." The water beat down around them. "Mmmm," he said. "Oooh, baby. Oh, baby, thank you. Oh, baby, thank you."
"Thank me," she said. She pulled his right hand down to her. "Right here," she said. "Go ahead and thank me."
"Yes," he said. "On your knees," she said. "Oh, yes," he said. "As hard as you can," she said.
"Oh, my, yes," he said. His voice muffled. The words were unimportant.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and tilted back her head. She felt steam condense all over her breasts. That felt good. Her breasts were big and ripe and the steam condensed all over them. She felt the droplets. They ran all over her breasts like a thousand fingers.
Her breasts swooped up as she leaned back. They swayed out to either side of her chest. Her nipples hardened. She wrapped her hands over her nipples. She crossed her arms over her chest like a corpse and hugged her breasts into herself. She flattened her palms over her nipples and held them. She pressed her big breasts together. The steam condensed all over them. They were slippery with condensed steam, slippery against one another and slippery in her hands.
She held her breasts very tight and she tried to lean back. She shut her eyes. His tongue was up inside her. It was so, so far up inside her. He could push that tongue all the way up inside her and she felt it against the outer wall of her cunt.
"Oh," she shouted. Her muscles contracted. "Do me, baby," she said. "Hard and fast and sharp. Do me, do me, do me." He did her. Hard and fast and sharp. He knew how to use his tongue. She felt it explore around inside her. She felt it deep up inside her and then down out towards the outer edges of her and back up her. It spread saliva all over her, saliva and her juices, from her lips up her cunt and back out again. It was warm and big inside her, like a cock, but it could move. It bent and curved and steered through her cunt like a big snake.
It was a boa constrictor up inside her. She opened her mouth wide and let out a mythic call, a call to the boa constrictor, to the python, to the asp. "Ooooooh Goooooooooood," she shouted. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to the ceiling and concentrated on the boa constrictor, the snake far up inside her. It squirmed and wriggled and wormed and twirled up between her legs. She lurched forward and grabbed his shoulders. Her breasts fell loose and bobbed up and down in front of her. Her eyes froze open in an ecstatic stare. Her hands dug into his shoulders. Her fingers left deep red marks in his shoulders. "Oh," she said. She said it over and over and over. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." Her chest heaved. Her sides expanded and her breasts rose and then her chest and her breasts collapsed.
And then her sides expanded and her breasts rose again.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh, oh, oh, oh." It was an inhalation and an exhalation. It was loud and panting and desperate. It was continuous. Her knees wobbled. Her arms tightened. Steam dampened her hair and her locks hung, wet and sloppy, all around her eyes and her nose and her mouth. She did not bother to wipe the hair away. She drooled and streams of saliva dripped down onto his back. His back was coated with her saliva. Her mouth hung open. "Ooooooo," she wailed. Her ass tightened and her knees wobbled. Then she screamed. She screamed and she jumped away from him and she hopped around the room. She hopped under hot showers and she screamed even louder. Her back burned. She ran around the shower room and turned all the spigots to cold. The showers turned from hot to cold. She ran around and around the room. Her breasts bounced up and down. She screamed and turned all the spigots on so that they were very cold.
The cold water broke through the steam and beat it down and the stall cleared and they could see each other. They were wet and big in the cold water. She grabbed his hand and they ran around and around under the cold water. Their bodies ached with the cold and they shouted. Her breasts bounced and his balls bounced, up and down and his balls swayed from side to side. She grabbed his balls and pulled him around the room. They ran around and turned off all the spigots. One by one, the showers died and the room grew quieter and quieter, until the only sound was of their four feet pounding around and around in circles on the wet, slippery tiles. They fell down in the middle of the room and they kissed. "Mmmm," she said. "What's your name, anyway, honey?" he said. "Leslie. Leslie Bodant."
"Anse. Quarterback Anse. Pleased to meet you." He shook her hand. "Like to introduce you to the rest of the team, Leslie," he said. She said, "I'd be most obliged."