You need a little time to yourself after almost handing victory on a silver platter to Rose and that no-good, dirty-rotten homosexual whose name you don't even want dignify with a mention. Lying sluts, the both of them!
So you go back to the Darkbloom Analytics campus and make your way to the showers by the saunas there. Turning the water on full blast and high heat, you lean with both palms up against the tile wall, head bowed, and let your brain fill with static. The sweat and grime of the day run down your body, to the floor and through the grating of the drain. It feels nice; and soon any sourness you had about that little ploy is starting to evaporate. Alex might have played dirty, but you can respect the grift. And it didn't work anyway. So let that be a lesson to him.
Plus... you'll have time enough to punish him properly, of course.
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You figured you were alone down here, so you don't bother toweling up when you head for the lockers again to change.
Unfortunately, you aren't alone. Sitting on a bench in her sweat-drenched shorts and tanktop is Kay Vera. She's got her back up against the wall and one leg on the benchtop, intently focused on applying a compressive athletic bandage to her calf.
"Jesus!" You cry, ducking behind a locker, and groping in one of the nearby bins for a towel.
"Don't worry," Kay's voice comes, echoing off the walls. "I wasn't holding a magnifying glass, so I didn't see anything."
You peek your head around the corner. "Rethink your insults. I know I don't have any problems in that department. Believe me."
You finish tying off a towel around you waist and step out.
"Are you sure?" Kay says. She lets the spool of the bandage dangle from her leg as she looks up at you. "Maybe the girls in your life are just lying to spare your feelings."
"Compared to most guys I'm sure I'm doing just fine. But I admit I might not stack up, if you're comparing me to Lady."
Kay makes a disgusted little purr. "You are vile."
"Don't dish it out if you can't take it, Kay."
You turn to leave and find the locker with your street clothes. But behind you, you hear a little hiss -- a sharp intake of air through Kay's teeth, the wince of pain. You turn and see her rubbing the calf she's got wrapped up in the bandage.
You approach with a frown. "Are you gonna be okay or what?"
Her voice is a little breathy as she says, "Fuck, that hurts." Then, gulping, she adds: "I pulled a tendon carrying you, that's all. I'll be all right."
You kneel down and pull her injured leg straight out so it lies flat against the bench. "Let me see."
She rolls her eyes. "What, you're an expert in sports medicine now?"
"No, but I know a thing or two about dealing with sore muscles." Another skill years of living with Rose taught you.
"I guess this is how you managed to seduce your way through a harem's worth of girls," Kay says. "Color me unimpressed. I'm losing what little respect I had for my fellow women."
"I'm not trying to fucking seduce you," you grouse. "This is purely platonic concern for a teammate."
Still, the slightly sour smell of Kay's unwashed body, laced with pheromones as it must be, combined with the give of her bruised and tender skin, has a predictable effect on you. You try to ignore it as you administer a soothing massage to Kay that works the kinks out of her muscles.
"Why were you so obsessed with winning?" You ask. "It's not like anyone's going to care about it by tomorrow."
"I'll care," she says.
"That's a little masturbatory, isn't it?"
"And who are you to criticize people for THAT? You're throwing stones in a glass house, aren't-- ahh--" She puts a flattened palm up against her lips and lets out a gasp as you hit a particularly sore area.
"Softer or harder?" You prompt.
"Harder."
You oblige. Your thumbs work in tight little circles, creating little dimples in her skin, and your fingers encircle opposite sides of her baby-smooth calf. Maybe she didn't really know what she was asking for because the little gasping "ahh" and "unf--" sounds increase in intensity.
"You doing okay?"
"I'm all right-- ahh--"
"Did you really hurt yourself that bad? You took this whole thing way too seriously."
"Hey -- hands where I can see them."
You pause, looking her in the eye, confused. When you look down, you notice it: in your ministrations, the tips of the fingers of one hand have crept up, and up -- past her knees, towards the legs of her shorts. It was genuinely unintentional.
"Trust me, Kay. I don't want to fuck you. If for no other reason than to save my hearing. If you make sounds like that on the tennis court, I don't even want to hear what you'd do in bed."
"I understand," Kay replies. "You're not used to hearing a girl moan in bed."
You shake your head, stare at the ceiling. "Seriously, Kay. There are insults that work on me. But this whole sexual inadequacy angle just doesn't cut it. You won't get under my skin that way."
"Are you sure? It seems like I am."
She curls and uncurls her toes in a playful way, the big toe brushing against your cheek. She pokes her tongue out at you.
If she wants to be like that, you'll get even. You know what button to press to annoy her now, too. You focus again on massaging her calf, but this time when your right hand creeps slowly upward, it's deliberate.
Your fingertips make it again to her shorts. She shuffles her legs, her spine goes rigid, and she pushes your hand back. "I told you once," she warns. "Next time it's a kick in the nuts, you understand?"
"Sorry, sorry," you lie. You bring your hand out of the danger zone again, and Kay relaxes. Her skin is turning to gooseflesh as the air conditioning here cools the sweat sheening her and makes her chilly. She hugs herself by the shoulders as she watches you work.
This is another opportunity, with her guard down, and you take it. Up creeps your hand.
She's like a cat after the laser pointer. She leans forward and brings her palm down in a flash, pins your hand there with the fingers just under the legs of her shorts. One time is an accident, two times is a gentle tease, but three times is crossing a line, and her eyes are bulging with shock. She's frozen like that, so you push the matter. You bring your other hand up, over her other leg where it dangles from the edge of the bench. You get that hand almost all the way up inside her shorts, past the third knuckle, before she finds the wherewithal to pin it in place, too.
Arms criss-crossed to hold both your groping hands back, she's in even more of a state. This, combined with her onset of chill has her shivering. She stares at you like a frightened fawn.
Time to let her off the hook. "Okay, that was a little much. I think I've done about all I can for that tendon of yours, anyway--"
Kay cuts you off by suddenly hunching herself forward and locking lips with you.
You're so surprised that you do the instinctual thing and kiss her back, but only briefly. You pull away, and get your hands out of her shorts, and sit up straight on your knees. You hold your palms up like a magician saying, see, nothing up my sleeve. "I -- think I gave you the wrong idea--"
Kay lunges from the bench and wraps herself around you, her hands embracing your head on either side. She forces you into another, deep, and needful kiss. You rock back and forth with her for a moment, unable to do anything but again return this kiss, as she pushes her tongue past your lips and invades your mouth. She ruffles your hair, moans into you, suckles on your tongue. You can taste the salty trickle of drying sweat on her lips and the stale vestiges of breath mints. Her body, in your hands, is rock-firm, the toned body of a woman who takes taking care of herself deadly seriously.
Still kissing you, she begins tugging at your towel. You try to push her back. "You're all sweaty and dirty right now," you protest. "Geez. If we're gonna do it, at least shower--"
Whatever switch you flipped in Kay is totally and irrevocably flipped. She's still tugging at your towel when she says: "No. Like this. Fuck me dirty, Alabaster."
That flips your switch, too. You help her get your towel undone and your hardening cockshaft springs free. You push her back now, easing her to the cold tile floor. Her eyes are fixated on that spot between your legs, and she isn't making fun of your size anymore, that's for sure.
You grab the elastic waistband of her shorts and tug them down. You don't bother getting them all the way off -- you stop at the knees. She wants to get fucked dirty, so that's exactly how you're going to do it. Quick and dirty, and without any dignity.
Next come her sweat-saturated white cotton panties. Pulling these down, you clamber to get between her legs. The closeness of your bodies, and the fact that you've got her mostly naked now, means you can even more strongly detect her unique scent. It's not clean, but it's not unpleasant. It really is laced with pheromones and it fuels a sort of primal urge in your hindbrain that broadcasts a simple command on repeat: "Mate! Mate! Mate!"
Kay is less enthusiastic all of a sudden, though. She's still staring at your prong. Dithering, she says: "You should know... I, uh..."
"Out with it," you grunt, impatient.
"I never, um..."
Oh god.
"You're fucking with me," you say. "Never? Aren't you, like... 27, 28?"
"T-twenty... twenty nine..."
This is criminal. You and Kay might spar but you've always allowed that she's gorgeous. She's never gotten laid before? How?
"Just take it slow, all right?" She says.
You nod. On your knees between her, you widen your stance, to push her legs further apart, and give you access to the prize: a pussy mound that drips with wetness, a mixture of sweat and womanly desire. The lips are dark, almost mauve, a much deeper and richer color than other women you've fucked. But pussy is pussy, and hers is beautiful. It looks as tight as the rest of her. It probably is, you reason. You're going to be the first and only man to get your cock up her.
Slowly, stifling the part of you that wants to slam yourself into her to the hilt and fuck her ragged, you get the head of your cock pressed up against the virginal entrance of her cuntslit. With a sigh, you begin to push. The slimy texture of her unwashed mound provides the lubrication you need and makes the going a bit easier. Still, she moans and gasps in some discomfort, discomfort that mixes and melds with lust while she watches you steal her cherry. She chews her fingers and just watches. The awareness in her eyes is plain, she knows there's no going back now. She gave it up for you. And those tiny inhaling gasps of hers drive you further forward, impel you to make sure her virginity is well and truly gone. Before long you're going to fill this virgin's pussy with sperm.
Once you're sunk about halfway in, you wrap your arms around her and lift her up. Leaning back to your butt, you've got her now in your lap. Gravity will help you do what brute force can't. You need to make sure she takes the full length of your cock on her first fuck.
Kay is a right mess now, all her bravado gone as she struggles atop your cock. Nonetheless, she helps you get it deeper and deeper. You make out with her wetly, her breath hot against you.
Depraved synapses firing, you moan: "You ARE dirty, huh? You've got a nice dirty little cunt..."
Gyrating her hips, she moans back in delight: "Clean me off..."
You run your hands up and down her body, and find the hem of her tank top, and roll it off of her. She helps, raising her arms for you, but the garment stubbornly adheres to her body and makes it a bit difficult. She's sweating all over, new beads and trickles mixing with the old. You take your lips from hers and trail kisses down the hollow of her neck, to her tiny A-cup breasts and ribs, her tight tummy, back up to her shoulders and arms. Even her bare armpits. All the while, you fuck your cock in and out of her drooling snatch. Her wagging hips sync with yours and her unsullied pussy milks you off. You enjoy the tangy, slightly bitter taste of her grimy skin. The sensation of being kissed and licked all over must be ticklish because she's laughing in ecstasy between moans of pleasure and little gasps of: "fuck me! Fuck me!"
Suckling on her skin, leaving little hickeys in your wake, enjoying the way Kay pets you as she would a dog, and loving the way her tight cunt shudders around your raping cock, you're about to lose your load. You're fucking like animals and you're going to finish like an animal: "I'm gonna cum inside," you tell her. That's a warning, not a request for permission, but she warms to it. She picks up the pace as well, trying to coax it out.
"Yes," she cries, "yes! Fill me up!"
Your cum is fighting against gravity and the vice-like grip of her interior walls but it races out anyway and bursts from the head of your dick with the force of a firehose. Kay's wail -- it really is like the noise she makes on the tennis court -- transforms over the course of several lingering seconds into a little choked squeal, then into nothing, as she throws her head back and lets her jaw hang loose and cums on your cumming cock. She's cumming as you take away this last trace of her virginity, and fuck her womb full of hot jizz. Your cockhead pulses, and spurts, and makes a wet mess inside of her. She's dirty now inside and out.
GIRLS FUCKED: 8/12