TABOO TALES(erotica)

The game was close! The Hellcats were trailing in the first half by one, but Jen’s best friend, Tracey, scored a goal at the end of the first half and brought it to a tie. Jen and Sandra, a cute redhead who played on the front line, nearly tackled Tracey in celebration. The team cheered and Jen slapped Tracey’s butt as they all got into their positions again as the referee placed the ball down for the other team to start.

The Hellcats were a fun team to watch because they were serious and went all out. Sandra, the redhead, and a cute blonde girl from the other team both went for a stray pass and collided, but Sandra got her foot on the ball first to kick it to Jen. Jen, who had been coming up from behind, kicked the ball up and off of the wall, leaped over the tangled pair and made it over in time to make a good thigh trap and then send it across to Tracey. Tracey trapped the pass with her chest and caught the defense completely in shambles, easily slamming the ball into a corner of the net for another goal. The crowd went wild as everyone recognized the teamwork displayed and the girls down below cheered each other on, faces beaming.

When the dust had cleared, the Hellcats won by one point. Their teammates on the bench ran into the court and they all crowded together in a big team embrace, laughing, cheering, slapping each other’s asses and exchanging high-fives all around. The crowd was ecstatic and the team left the court to loud applause. I sat around and talked to the other family and friends of the team, all of us thrilled at the intensity of the game.

About twenty minutes later Jen found me and practically leaped into my arms with happiness. I took her bag from her and slapped her butt causing her to giggle and slap me back on the shoulder. We got into the car and headed home. Jen was quite a sight with her hair damp and frizzy, her uniform unkempt and one sock halfway down. To my delight, she stripped her jersey off to let the air coming in the windows cool her off. Her gray sports bra was marked with her sweat, causing it to relax its pull on her breasts and allow them some freedom to move. She grinned at me, happily, then leaned her head back and closed her eyes to enjoy the wind.

We got home and I carried her bag to her room for her. I went into the bathroom to pee as she was taking off her cleats.

“That game was awesome! Did you see Sandra cream that girl?” She called from her bedroom.

“Yeah, the girl’s small, but she really nailed her. Maybe you girls should take up hockey instead.” I teased. I stood over the bowl and began to urinate.

She laughed. “That would rock!” She told me. “Hey, I’m coming in to take a shower before I get sore”. She said, coming in and heading for the sink. Her hands were up, working her hair band loose. She bent over to take off her socks and shin guards and I turned my head to avoid looking at her tight butt, or else risk getting hard.

I finished relieving myself and tucked my dick back in my pants and flushed. I looked over to see Jen standing with her back to me in the middle of stripping her wet sports bra off over her head. She tossed it in the pile of clothes and grabbed her hair pick and began combing it through. This was a treat. Her socks and shin guards were off and she stood firm with her legs apart. Her back was completely bare and she only wore her loose team shorts. I could see glimpses of the sides of her breasts as she combed her hair out, letting it fall down the middle of her back.

“Uh, Jen, can I get to the sink?” I asked.

She turned her head back towards me, realizing she was in my way. “Oh, sorry!” She said, wrapping an arm around her breasts and turning to face the sink to let me through. I came over and began washing my hands, glancing up to watch her in the mirror as she held herself and finished combing her hair with her free hand. She saw me looking and grinned bashfully. “What?” She giggled.

I smiled back, shutting the water off. “Sorry. You look really hot like that.” I told her. I dried off my hands.

She looked herself over in the mirror and admitted, “Yeah, I guess I’m kind of showing off a little huh?”

“Uh, yeah.” I teased. “I haven’t seen that much skin since the night of the dance.”

She smiled. “Well, it is a little unfair, you know. You get to show off your chest all the time and I just have to take it.”

My eyebrows knit together in amusement. “What do you mean? Girls don’t get turned on half as much seeing a guy’s chest as the other way around.”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Jen rolled her blue eyes. “Oh yeah, girls are oblivious to all that!” She teased in a sarcastic voice. “Well I get turned on when I have to see you like that every morning!” She said, poking me in the chest and punctuating it with a quick poke to my ribs where I was ticklish. She giggled as I jumped at her touch.

“Well what then? I’d just assumed you wouldn’t want me to see you like that.” I said, then tickled her on the neck, making her squeal.

“Mark, I don’t care! They’re just my breasts! I’d much rather be allowed to be as proud of them in front of you as you are with your chest.” She said.

I’ll be honest. I didn’t quite believe her.

“Okay,” I said, backing off, “I’m fine with it if you are. But we’re still not walking around naked in front of each other, are we?”

She laughed and the tops of her breasts jiggling as she continued to cover them.

“No!” She said. Her eyes twinkled as she continued, “Unless I really get into a mood!”

We laughed and I shook my head, not believing her candor today. The game had really put her in a good mood. I left the bathroom and gave her the privacy to enjoy her shower and began working on an assignment from work on my computer.

In the back of my mind I heard the water from the shower stop. A few minutes later, Jen knocked on my door. I got up from my desk and grabbed the door handle and pulled it open.

The sight that lay before me was nearly surreal in its beauty. Jen stood there in the doorway. The light from the bathroom was shimmering through the steam that had filled the bathroom from her shower. Her dark hair hung in damp strands down her shoulders. She was topless, her breasts completely bare to my eyes. Her white towel was wrapped around her waist and her hands rested on her hips. She had a teasing, proud look on her face as she watched my reaction. Beads of water still dripped from her hair and her rosebud-hued nipples began to contract and grow firm from the cool air of my bedroom. She looked at me demurely and raised a hand to casually pull her hair back behind her ear, then rested her hand again on her hip.

“So, are you hard?” She asked.

My heart skipped a beat. “Um, yes. Like a rock.” I told her.

“Good.” She said and smiled. “That’s how you make me feel every morning when I see you like this. Understand?” She asked.

In astonished amusement, I said, “Yep. I think I do!”

“Good.” She said, acting like she had won a trial.

“One thing though.” I said and motioned for her to come in. She walked a few feet into the room, her breasts swaying gently, and I came up to her. “Aren’t you afraid that I might do THIS!?” I said and stuck my fingers under her arms, tickling her.

She screamed and laughed, struggling to get away, her breasts jiggling and bouncing as she pranced and fought to get my hands away. In a flash, she got a hand under my arm and tickled me just as hard, making me loose my grip with an arm. We laughed and wrestled against each other, trying to get the upper hand. Her breasts mashed against my body, leaving wet prints on my shirt. Her hair also slapped against my body once or twice when I got her really good and she swung her head, laughing hard. I went after the sensitive area near the base of her neck, but she got to my ribs and I flailed and nearly threw her backwards toward the bed to get her to stop. She fell back onto the mattress and I reached down to help her up. She surprised me and grabbed my hand and pulled hard, making me lose my balance and tumble onto the sheets as she escaped. I was on my side and she didn’t waste any time tackling me from behind and going at my ribs again. I dimly registered the cold wetness of her hair on my shoulder and her breasts on my back as I tossed and turned to get free. Finally I got her arm and pulled her right over me. She tumbled over in a mass of hair, flesh and towel and I quickly got her pinned.

We lay there, laughing and breathing hard, staring at each other’s faces. Her hips were twisted slightly to the side but her upper body laid flat on the bed. I held one of her arms up beside her head and had the other one pinned between our stomachs.

She giggled. “You’re digging into my hip.” She teased.