Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2002 18:42:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Lisa Summers <uarkfan2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Pocket Rocket (g/g, oral, anal)

This is a story about a romance, and sexual relationship between two
teenage girls, who are athletes. If it is illegal for you to read my nice
story, then don't. You can wait for the bowdlerized version instead. Please
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can find all her stories there.

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My name is Penny, Penny Bloodworth. Please, no jokes, I've heard them all!
I've always found the company of girls to be a lot more interesting than
that of boys, but it wasn't until I was 13 or so that I realized that I was
also sexually attracted to other girls. Whenever I could get a chance to
"play doctor" with one of my friends, I'd get a special tingle whenever
they'd let me touch their little pussies, or they'd touch mine. I even
think they often came when I touched their little pink clits, and I'd
maneuver them to touch my hard, prepubescent clit, so that I could cum,
though I didn't know that's what it was.

But when I hit puberty, with my breasts budding into B cups, light blonde
hair growing out above and around my now pouting pussy, my butt developing
into a dangerously well-rounded ass, I tried to suppress my attraction to
girls and women, and so had never had sexual relations as such with another
female. I did shoot up in height, and by age 17, as a senior in high
school, I was standing at 6' even, and of course I was very good at
basketball, playing as a forward on our high school girls team. Most people
think I'm really cute, but in a couple of ways it's more "cute boy" than
"cute girl" cute.

I had several offers from some smaller colleges out of state, and so I knew
I'd be assured of a ride in college. It was only a matter of deciding which
was best for me. At the beginning of our first practice my senior year,
coach introduced a transfer student, a senior named Tiffany. She had blonde
hair, light like mine, tied back in a ponytail, that bounced up and down
whenever she dribbled the ball. For some reason it looked cute on her,
though almost every other girl also put her hair in a ponytail while
playing.

Tiffany, Tiffany Denise Ames in full, was short, about 4'11", and she
played point guard. It was her responsibility to bring the ball up into the
offensive end, and see that somebody like me got it to shoot. Because she
was so short, it was hard for the opposing team to get the ball away from
her, plus she was quick and could scoot all over the court. She came in
with the nickname "Pocket Rocket," and it sure seemed to fit, so as her new
teammates, we called her that, too. She was really, really nice looking,
and she was definitely "cute girl" cute.

Pocket Rocket was liked by everybody on the team, as she had a bubbly
personality, and really got things started. I, on the other hand, tended to
hang back and see how things would develop. I noticed things about her that
I knew I shouldn't, like her D cup breasts, or her fully rounded ass. I'd
look at her when I thought she wasn't looking. In the locker room, when
she'd slip off her practice or game jersey, she'd sigh when she'd get her
sport bra off, as her breasts were slightly too large for it. Oh, how I
wished I could massage the skin of her round, white breasts, with their
brown nipples and aureoles, when her breasts would ease out of those
confining cups, and I could see the indentations from the support wires. I
ached to suckle her breasts in my mouth, to soothe any discomfort she might
be feeling. And to make her feel good.

When she'd put one of her legs up on the bench in the locker room, and
slowly roll off her white athletic socks, revealing her shapely ankles and
feet, I felt like I'd love to suck those sweet, painted toes into my mouth,
and nibble on each of them, tasting her sweaty foot taste, although I'd
never even thought such thoughts before. I could visualize myself running
my hands up those shapely, muscular legs, caressing her firm calves,
tickling under her knees, then stroking her full thighs upward until, what?
I knew what lay beyond that thought. Humiliation and frustration, not a
pussy right out of paradise.

Still, undressing, when she'd shimmy her practice shorts, or our golden
satin game shorts over her voluptuous hips, working first, one side, then
the other, until her white cotton panties would teasingly reveal themselves
to my furtive glance, I thought that I'd go crazy. I could clearly see the
vee of her crotch revealing itself to me, virginal white, yet with the
distinct impression of two wet, pouty, separated cunt lips poking through
the fabric and creating a shadow. If she should happen to turn around then,
it was only worse for me, because then her two, round ass globes would be
forcing out the damp fabric in a very pleasing round shape. They looked to
me to be only inches away, close enough for me to feel, or taste, them, but
in reality across the hot locker room, with other girls present. Girls who
might not understand my feelings.

Deep between those two delicious looking ass mounds, a dark crevice hid,
with delights I could only imagine. I had, on occasion put my finger up my
own ass hole, and the aroma, and taste, of that secret crevice was not
unpleasant, but I had no way to know how Tiffany's hole might be. In any
case, I knew I'd never find out. I turned away, and slowly disrobed
myself. Then I padded over to the showers to wash down. Unfortunately, (or
fortunately, in my case), our shower room was older, and had not yet been
rebuilt to allow for individual privacy, so girls would be forced to shower
with other girls.

It was nothing like those lesbian fantasy stories, where the whole team of
nubile, naked girls showers together, then has hot lesbian sex! Most of the
girls, while sweet and nice, were pretty muscular and not necessarily
raving beauties, but all good friends nonetheless. So, I didn't often find
it difficult to keep my eyes off them. Besides, in some cases it would have
been something like looking at my sister, since I'd known them so long.

I started washing myself, with the shower area to myself, since I'd lagged
after the others to take practice free throws, a skill I was having
problems with. I was about half way through my shower, when I flung back my
long hair, then turned to get water on my back. I looked across the shower
to see Tiffany on the other side of the room, showering and soaping
herself. I got my first really good look at her naked body, and I was
nearly speechless. Her big breasts stood up firm and high, with no support
at all, and her nipples were hard and erect, and must have been sticking
out at least 2 ½ inches. I'd never seen nipples like that, and I could
feel an instant tingle between my legs.

Tiffany was soaping between her legs, with her head down, languorously
slipping her fingers up and down her slit, and her other hand `soaping' her
breast. It was clear to me that she was caressing herself, and at the
sight, I wished it were my hands on her pussy and breast. She looked up
then, and caught me looking at her. She gave me quick smile, then said,
"Coach runs hard practices, huh?"

I looked sheepish, and replied, "Yeah, but it ought to help us hold up
better through the season. If I can get my free throw shooting down, I'll
enjoy this season a whole lot more, though."

Tiffany, or Pocket Rocket, said, "You know, I'm a pretty good free throw
shooter. Would you mind if I looked at your style? I might be able to make
some recommendations."

"Sure, I'd appreciate that," I said. So, we made plans for her to come over
to my house, where my dad had put up a goal with a half court. Since
practice had started on Friday, we'd have the weekend to get
together. Tiffany walked over under my shower head, saying, "Mind if I
finish myself off over here," with the sweetest smile I think I've ever
seen on another girl.

I gulped, and said, "Please. I mean, oh, sure." Tiffany twirled under the
stream of water, then looked at me and said, "Check me to see if all the
soap's off. I sometimes leave some on my back, where I can't see." She
pushed her butt at me, and I pretended to be looking at her back. "Looks
okay, yeah."

"No, you've got to see if my skin squeaks or feels yucky slimy. Just touch
me there."

I gulped again, and quickly ran my hand across her back. Smooth, warm and
wet, I thought I'd cum. The temptation to drop my hand down, and caress one
of her delicious looking ass cheeks, was overwhelming, but I fought against
it. "Yep, soap free," I said, reluctantly.

"Your turn," Pocket Rocket said, putting her hands right on my naked hips,
then spinning me until my bare butt was facing her. "Umm," she said, but I
couldn't tell if that was just a sound of appreciation or one of
assessment. "Looks like there's some here," she said, brushing my back and
the top of my ass. "All better now." She smiled at me, then. I felt like
kissing her, but didn't dare. She looked directly in my eyes, reached up on
her toes, and kissed me! Her lips were only on mine for a brief part of a
second, but it felt like years, years spent in paradise.

When I opened my eyes, which had closed in a reflex action, I saw her
walking over to the towel rack. She grabbed one and walked back to the
locker room, and I followed her like a puppy. We both dressed, and, getting
ready to walk out, Pocket Rocket said, "I'm really looking forward to our
session tomorrow. One o'clock okay?" I nodded my head dumbly, and she
smiled at me and walked out.

The next day, I slept late, and was just getting ready when Tiffany showed
up at my house. "Hi, ready to go?" she said.

"Yeah," I said. "My parents are going out shopping, so they won't bother
us," I said, as neutrally as possible. We decided to work on a couple of
specific skill sets, with Tiffany helping me with my free throw shooting,
and me helping her with learning how to block out for rebounds. We got
pretty sweaty, then decided to finish up with a game of horse, after
practicing for almost two hours. I was leading Tiffany, with her only
needing one more letter to lose. Then, she hit a hot streak, and we were
both tied at hors_. Finally, I hit a behind the head, off the backboard
shot that I'd called that way. Tiffany missed it, then asked if I'd go for
double or nothing if I could make a shot that she made.

I agreed, and she made a ridiculous shot that involved squatting, then
jumping up with her eyes closed, and swishing the ball without touching the
rim. I started trying to duplicate her steps, then started laughing halfway
through, and completely missed everything. An air ball. Tiffany got a
triumphant look on her face, and claimed that I'd lost to her and had to do
what she wanted. I just looked at her, and said, "Yeah, right."

She took my hand and said, "Hey, I feel all yucky. Can we go shower?" this
made me think of her naked body again, and I felt a tingle like never
before.

"Okay," I said slowly. We went upstairs to my bedroom, which has a private
shower. Dad thought I might get spoiled having a private bathroom, but then
rationalized it since I was an only child, and I exercised a lot and would
be using a shower a lot. So I was much luckier than most kids my age. Mom
and Dad weren't home yet, and probably wouldn't be for a few more hours,
since Mom loves to check every single store in the mall.

When we got in the room, Tiffany closed the bedroom door. I looked at her
funny, but she said, "Sorry, there's a bunch of kids in my family. Closing
a door is reflex." But she made no move to open it. We stood close
together, and then Tiffany said, "I want you to know why I transferred out
of my old school. You're the only person here I know at all, so I'm hoping
you'll keep it secret." She didn't say anything further, and just sort of
looked at me expectantly, so I said, "Okay." I didn't know what else to
say.

"I got caught uh, playing around, with another girl on our team at my old
high school. If it had been coach, it would have been okay, `cause she's a
lesbian, but unfortunately it was the fundamentalist Baptist coach's aide,
the bitch!" I looked at her disbelievingly. I don't know if I was more torn
with excitement at hearing that she fooled with a girl, or at the story
overall. She must have wondered at my expression, because she added more.

"We were only kissing. I don't think that's the end of the world, do you?"
I nodded my head, then said, "Uhh, no, that's not too bad."

"Penny?" Tiffany said, slowly.

"Uhh, yes?" I responded smoothly.

"Do you think we might try it? Kissing, I mean. What we did yesterday
was^Å.nice." I felt my body drawn irresistibly to hers. We hesitated,
inches away. I could feel the raw heat pouring off her wet body, from our
intensive workout. The heat seemed to suck me in, because the next thing I
knew, I was in Pocket Rocket's arms. Her arms were wrapped around my back,
under my arms. My arms were around her head, with my hands twining through
her silky blonde hair. She looked up at me, with her blue eyes wide open,
and a warm smile on her face. I reached down, and gently placed my lips
against hers. Her lips were warm and soft against mine, and tasted slightly
salty. Our lips molded together, and I could feel her breathing into me.

I opened my mouth, and her breath entered my lungs, her tongue into my
mouth. I don't think I've ever felt anything so romantic in my life! I
could feel her cute snub nose resting against my cheek, and her hot breath
in and out of her nostrils scorched my skin. We kissed, and kissed, and
kissed. Our tongues danced gently against each other, and she tasted like
strawberries. I never wanted to stop feeling her touch me, I wanted her to
possess me, though I didn't know then what that could mean.

I dimly realized that her hands had gone under my sweatshirt, and were
gently caressing my naked skin. Her fingers found my erect nipples, which
are small, and lightly pinched them. That drove me berserk! I began moaning
into her mouth, and drooling into that wet, sweet, hot mouth of
Tiffany's. She drank my saliva greedily, and her tongue scoured my mouth
for more. She continued pinching my tits, and I broke our kiss, gasping.

"God, I've got to touch you, I've got to SEE you!" With that I slipped my
hands down from her sweet, silky hair, and grasping her teeshirt, ripped it
up and over her head, mussing up her hair, but baring her delightful, full
breasts. My hands molded themselves to her delightful tits, and I could
feel her long nipples thrusting through my fingers. In some dim recess of
my brain, which was already overloading, I wondered what those nipples
would feel like inside me. She pulled up my sweatshirt, over my head, and
we were both topless. We thrust our proud, young teenage breasts each
others'. I've never felt the thrill that came over me, to have this
beautiful teenager's hot, wet breasts thrust against my equally hot and wet
tits.

Our breasts slipped against each other, due to the sweat covering our
bodies, and the deep flush that our fair skins each showed. It felt
delightfully lewd to be touching this half nude young girl, and we quickly
resumed our passionate kiss. Our tongues danced and thrust against each
other, and our hands then turned to new pursuits. I could feel Tiffany
urging my shorts down, and they quickly tangled up with my panties, wet
from my sweat, and fell to the floor around my ankles. A delicious thought,
that I was now almost completely nude with this beautiful girl, and she
could do anything she wanted with me. I wanted her to do anything to me.

I couldn't reach her waist, since she was much shorter than I, so I stepped
back and knelt down to grasp the waist of her gym shorts, and pull them
down. Her panties, too, were wet from her sweat, but I kept them on her
hips, at least momentarily. I stood up again, pressing her naked top
against me, and our wet, naked legs tangled together, her warmth mingling
with mine, her wetness mixing with mine. I slid my hands down the back of
her panties, to feel her deliciously smooth and slick ass flesh under my
fingers. I cupped her butt cheeks, one in each hand, and viciously squeezed
them, to get the full feel of her luscious bottom.

Tiffany yelped, then wiggled her bottom in my hands, her slick flesh
slipping around in my hands. "Slip your finger inside of me," she urged. My
fantasy was about to come true! I readily slipped the index finger of my
right hand inside her warm crevice, to find a red hot hole awaiting me. My
finger slowly slipped into that tight hole, her sweet anus, and she moaned
loudly in my ear. I could feel her sliding her hot, wet tongue into my ear
to urge me on. I'd never felt anything quite like her tongue wiggling
inside my ear, and I liked it.

Tiffany kept rotating her hips under my hands, and I eased another finger
slowly into her tight hole. Meanwhile, I felt her hands attacking both my
pussy and my ass at the same time. One hand was planted firmly over my
golden-pink pussy, separating my labia while the fingers frantically
sought, and quickly gained, entry. Her fingers at first felt cool inside my
pussy, and she moaned, "Oh, God, your pussy is so hot, I want to live
inside you, sweetie!"

Her other hand was busy caressing my sweat-slicked ass, and she rubbed a
finger up and down my warm, dank crevice, pausing to slip around my
puckered ass hole, teasing me. As Tiffany tortured my hot wet pussy and
ass, I concentrated on her tight ass hole, squeezing her ass cheek with one
hand, while the other penetrated her with 2, then an unbelievable 3
fingers! Tiffany groaned on feeling a third finger insinuating itself
inside her tight ass hole, but made no effort to stop or discourage
me. Indeed, she pressed her sweet, round ass harder against my hand, as
though demanding more!

I pressed in and out of her with my 3 fingers, while her fingers were busy
in my holes, and we fucked each other's sweaty holes for what seemed a
delightful lifetime, but was more like only a few lust-filled minutes. We
brought our mouths together, as we could each feel the delightful tension
building between our legs, and in our asses, that, heretofore, we had only
felt in a lonely masturbatory diddling.

The orgasms that roared over us both, however, was nothing like the
sensations I had ever felt while masturbating. It would be like comparing a
Magritte painting to a crayon drawing done by a 6 year old. I think we both
lost consciousness briefly when we came, because the next thing I know, we
were tangled together on the floor. As I became conscious again, unlike
someone coming out of a faint, I knew exactly where I was, and what I was
doing, and I wanted to complete the act. I brought my mouth to Tiffany's
pussy, which had creamy white skin at her crotch, light pink labia with
tiny golden hairs, a deep pink, almost red, vaginal lining pouting like a
lover's lips waiting to be kissed, which, of course, they were. Closer to
her flat stomach, directly above those sweet, sweet pussy lips, her pubic
bush of light golden hair, which I longed to stroke.

My mouth approached her pussy, and my nose picked up the scent of a strong,
aroused woman, the greatest perfume I have ever smelled. My tongue dipped
down into that pot of honey, as I could see her upwelling of liquid and
lubrication inside, from her heights of passion and arousal. I dimly felt
Tiffany trying to pull my body around, and moved my legs and hips to
accommodate her. So it was that we found ourselves in our first 69, but
certainly not our last.

I lay on top, with Tiffany supinely and submissively under me, my tongue
dipping into her ineffable sweetness, like a hummingbird taking its
meal. She also would lift her head up, so that her sweet tongue could
penetrate deeply inside my virgin pussy, causing my liquids to drip onto
her beautiful face. We pleasured each other like that for hours, and knew
that we'd have to bring it to a halt, or my parents would catch us welded
together. We reluctantly removed tongue from vagina, and sat together, and
smiled at each other, and murmured quietly to each other.

I think that was when we each fell in love with the other, never to
part. Our shower together was a slow, dreamy affair, with each of us taking
the responsibility to ensure that the other was scrupulously clean, even
extending to sticking our tongues up each other's hot (but clean) tight
asses. We had finished drying each other, and dressing in clean, dry
clothes, with many kisses, and went down to the living room.

Just as we got to the middle of the room, my parents came in, and said,
"Oh, hi dear, who's your friend?"

"This is Tiffany, we call her `Pocket Rocket', she's new on the team. Is it
okay if she eats dinner with us, and sleeps over tonight?"

Did you like this story of young love? I absolutely loved writing it! I'm
at uarkfan2001@yahoo.com for comments.