Unsporting Behavior off the Field

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Diane Davis shut off the vacuum cleaner and sighed with satisfaction. Of course, she knew, within moments Walker, her two year old son's return from his weekend with his father, all of the hard work would be undone.

"So, I'm not supposed to clean?" the thirty nine year old woman asked aloud to the empty condominium.

With one more look around the ground floor of her condo, Diane put the vacuum cleaner away and trotted up the stairs. Her son's bedroom was immaculate; she'd cleaned that room first. Even though it was immaculate, Diane still tugged the sheet and blanket to straighten the bedding.

Diane had resisted having children. Shortly after graduating from Walchester University with a bachelor's degree in Communications & Social Media, she'd been hired on at Prescott Conglomerates in Sweet Oak, Texas. On a lunch break, she'd met Andrew Freedlin and they'd begun a whirlwind courtship. At that time, still recuperating from a debilitating soccer injury, Diane told Andrew she wanted kids, but not right now. Her priority at that time was to rebuild her strength in that leg.

After their marriage, Diane found yet another reason to postpone the children Andrew was insisting on. She'd lost the thirty pounds her leg injury had piled on her five foot five inch frame and did not want to ruin her perfect body. Then her career was really on an upswing and she didn't want to jeopardize that.

Finally, Diane had to admit; she did not want children. She had truly never wanted children. This confession caused her malleable husband to suddenly grow a spine. She didn't want a divorce; she just didn't want kids.

Then came the infamous Holiday Party. She'd always attended with her butterball husband, so had never been tempted to overdrink, overindulge. Without Andrew there, Diane drank one too many glasses of egg nog and found herself in one of the conference rooms, ridiculously short red dress hiked up to under her armpits with a handsome blond lawyer pounding her wet pussy for all he was worth.

"Yes, God yes," Diane keened as he flooded her pussy with shot after shot of sperm.

Catching the handsome guest underneath the mistletoe as they danced, Diane plastered a steamy kiss on the man's lips and suggested they slip away to the conference room again. The conference room was busy; one of the women from the Collections department was face down between the thighs of the Human Services manager while Brad Prescott, the man himself was pounding the collections agent from behind. So Diane took the blond man into the bathroom, into the handicapped stall and squatted onto his hard cock.

Her period was late. Diane was worried; her periods were fairly regular. She hoped it was just stress but had a sinking feeling it was not.

An over-the-counter test gave every indication that somehow she was pregnant. Dr. Pruitt confirmed it; she was indeed in the family way.

Diane vaguely remembered the handsome young man; he was an attorney that Brad Prescott had hired when one of the collection agents tried to sue Prescott for wrongful termination. And, what Diane remembered, Andrew Walker was married to a stunning blonde woman. After their second frenzied fuck, Diane had seen him with the beautiful woman and had wondered just how much alcohol Andrew Walker had consumed if she'd been able to seduce him.

Her first thought upon finding out that she was pregnant focused on Andrew Freedlin, her ex-husband. The divorce was final but perhaps it wasn't too late. He was a sunken chested accountant with a pot belly and widening hips; a quick fuck and he would be delighted to hear that he was going to be a daddy.

"Of course, typical Andrew fucking Freedlin; can't do anything right," Diane smirked now as she stripped out of her housecleaning outfit of tee shirt and sweat pants, no bra and oversized granny panties.

It had been a true shock to learn that Andrew had not just sat at home pining over her. He had found himself a fat little blonde to marry.

"Jesus, Andy, just where did you meet her? Kindergarten?" Diane thought as she adjusted the lever for her shower.

Tracking down Andrew Walker was not hard; he was one Walker of Walker & Walker Law Firm, which had its offices on the second floor of 1 Alliance Square. And Andrew and his wife were both very pleased with the announcement. The husband and wife drafted up custody papers and child support; Andrew was very generous with child support, so long as Diane agreed that he and Brianna would have liberal visitation with his son or daughter. The couple already had a daughter and son and had a third child on the way and were delighted to be adding a fourth one to their brood.

Her hormones had gone crazy while she was pregnant. Diane went to line-dancing night at Rustler's BBQ and picked up two salesmen. She wasn't sure what it was that Fred and Calvin sold. She wasn't even sure if Fred and Calvin were their real names. But she had sucked cock until Fred filled her mouth with his slimy seed while Calvin pounded her pussy from behind. Then she'd tasted herself on Calvin's cock while Fred fucked her hard and fast.

In her sixth month of pregnancy, she'd picked up Jesse Watkins, a cute little boy that went nuts over her chubby ass. Diane could not believe how wide her ass had become, thanks to her pregnancy, but Jesse licked, sucked, gnawed and fingered her ass. Then he made her squeal and groan as he fucked her virgin ass.

"Diane, you've got syphilis and chlamydia," Dr. Pruitt said, lips pursed in disapproval at her seventh month checkup. "Whatever you're doing? Needs to stop before you do irreparable damage to yourself and your baby."

Since that diagnosis, Diane's lovers had all been battery operated. In truth, Diane thought she was on the verge of being addicted to dildos; she had five of the powerful toys in her nightstand drawer and a Raggedy Boy doll, complete with eight inch buzzy buzz on her bed.

Yesterday, when Diane had dropped Walker Andrew Davis off at his Daddy's house, Andrew and Brianna both Greeted Diane and Walker with happy smiles. In her arms, Brianna cradled two year old Stephanie, who was demanding to be put down so she and Walker could go play in her room.

"Hey, when we see you on Sunday? We uh, we want to talk with you," Andrew said as Drew and Andy ran up to greet their younger brother.

Now, Diane wondered what the husband and wife wanted to talk about as she toweled herself dry.

Diane draped the towel on the edge of her bed and smeared the lotion into her flesh, starting with her belly. The stretch marks were faint but Diane knew that they would never fully disappear. They were war wounds from carrying a nine pound, two ounce boy. She smiled as she rubbed the lotion into her skin.

A 'ding' from her phone alerted her to a message. Diane completed her skin care regiment then wiped her hands clean on the towel. Hands cleaned of the slimy fluid, she checked her cell phone.

'Myndee Lady Jays host Walchester Wolves, 1:00 PM CST, Blue Jay 21' the message announced.

As a former Center Midfielder for the Walchester Wolves, Diane subscribed to the Walchester Wolves Women Soccer board. Turning on her television, Diane saw that she did not receive Blue Jay 21 from her local satellite provider. A quick search showed her that there was no feed for the match.

It had been Kelli Burke, a winger for the Myndee Lady Jays that had ended Diane's soccer aspirations. The previous play, Diane had stopped Kelli's forward progress, swept the ball away from the six foot tall behemoth and attempted to pass the ball to Stacy Garner. But the ball had struck another Lady Jay and ricocheted into the goal.

On the ensuing play, Kelli charged directly at Diane and savagely swept Diane's legs as Diane's attention was on the ball. Even with reconstructive surgery, Diane was far too slow to play the game any longer. Years later, that injury every now and then resurfaced as a dull, throbbing pain.

"Think, Diane, think," Diane said as she retrieved silk panties from her drawer.

"Sports bar!" Diane said aloud.

A call to the King's Court was a bust. Whoever Zeke was had been rude, sneering that no one in the state of Texas cared about some New Jersey school. A call to Red's Sports Bar was also unproductive. Whomever Red was sounded wired, far too wired to take a moment and check availability.

The Gearbox sports bar had four things going for it. The draft beer was ice cold. The bar served incredibly spicy wings and greasy half-pound cheeseburgers guaranteed to clog arteries. There were ten 42 inch television screens, each tuned to a different sports channel. And all were served by fresh faced young women wearing sprocket shaped pasties over their areoles, extreme Daisy Duke short shorts that barely covered their crotches and a sassy smile.

Some man who called himself 'Jimbo' answered the telephone on the fourth ring. Jimbo asked Diane to 'hang on a minute' and dropped the telephone onto a hard surface. A moment later, the phone was dragged then the same gruff voice announced he would have the Wolves-Lady Jays on Screen six.

Diane was outraged that her shorts no longer fit. The jersey stretched over her chest, showing her larger breasts to perfection, in Diane's opinion. Wiggling out of the jersey, Diane shrugged out of her bra; there might be one or two cute guys there. Someone had told her that the Gearbox Sports Bar was a trucker hangout.

About time to give my batteries a little break," Diane giggled, wiggling into her grey and white jersey again.

Diane's half dollar coin sized areolae and hard nipples were fairly noticeable as they pressed firmly against the snug jersey. The black jeans showed off her ass to perfection; or at least, that's what her mirror said. She laced up her New Balance soccer shoes with some nostalgia. She'd had her cleats on the day Kelli Burke had blindsided her; she never discovered what had happened to those cleats. But at least she still had her shoes.

A late breakfast ensured that she would not be ravenous before arriving to Gearbox. Then Diane sat and fidgeted, waiting for the schoolhouse clock in her den to work its way to 12:30.

"Hi! Sit anywhere," an adorable strawberry blonde chirped when Diane entered the dimly lighted bar.

Diane did a classic double-take as she saw the girl from the rear. Her pinkish orange hair dangled to her waist, done up in a messy ponytail. From the rear it seemed as if all the girl was wearing would be an extremely short pair of Daisy Duke Denim cutoffs and her gleaming white tennis shoes. As she scampered, the ponytail swung back and forth, revealing the girl's pale back and stubby pale legs.

"Screen six?" Diane asked, watching the petite girl's buttocks flex and undulate away.

"Be right back; just need bring this to the kitchen," the girl called out, scurrying away.

"God damn, hell of a time for Candy and Selena both have the flu," a short, stocky man in need of a shave grumbled. "And Demi's on vacation... sit anywhere, hear?"

"Screen six? Walchester Wolves and Lady Jays?" Diane asked.

"Screen six is over here, ma'am," the strawberry blonde chirped, pointing to a ceiling mounted forty two inch screen.

Diane found an empty table that faced the indicated television. The girl brought a single sheet laminated menu to the table, waving to another table that she would be right there.

Diane saw that the girl wore sprocket shaped pasties over her nipples. Her cone shaped breasts sat high and proud on her slender frame. Her long hair was parted on the right and a thick lock of the hair kept falling into her bright green eyes. The waitress smiled, parting her plump light pink lips to reveal small teeth with one twisted incisor.

"Go take care of them; I'll be a few minutes," Diane suggested, taking the menu.

"Well, see Mr. Gearbox has never heard of cholesterol," Diane mused, looking at the selection of grease drenched, sodium laden foods. "Or low carb."

"The wings are the best," the girl suggested, standing close to Diane. "Hot? Ooh they are so hot! Makes me sweat every time!"

"How is the Reuben?" Diane asked, deciding it had been too long since she'd had a good Reuben sandwich.

"I, honestly? I don't know. I, I ain't never tried them," the girl said. "See, Jamie? He was my boyfriend?"

"Aw, thought I was your boyfriend," a middle-aged balding patron called out.

"In your dreams, buddy," the girl muttered darkly.

"Told you; I don't do smokers," the girl said out loud.

"Well, let me try the Reuben and the um, hmm, side salad..." Diane decided.

"Side salad's made with that pre-packaged salad out the bag," the girl whispered to Diane. "Just get the celery and carrot sticks if you're trying eat healthy. Least that stuff's fresh."

"With Italian dressing on the side, please," Diane smiled.

"To drink?" The waitress asked. "Yes, Danny, I see you; I'll be right there, all right?"

"What the hell, give me a Ridger; you have it on draft?" Diane asked.

"That's my beer," the waitress agreed, smiling. "Yes, Danny, I see you."

"You know, for someone who needs them tips, you sure don't act like you wanting no tips," Danny snapped.

"You ain't the only customer in here but I am the only waitress," the girl snapped in reply.

"There. There's a penny," Danny snarled as he paid his bill. "'Bout all you worth."

"Hey Danny? Odie told you; she's the only girl in here right now," Jimbo called out. "You can't be no gentleman? Then maybe you don't need be coming 'round, hear?"

"Well maybe I won't," Danny said, swaggering out of the bar.

Odie brought Diane a large frosted mug, a good half inch head of foam slowly dribbling down the sides. Diane did not know how Ridger Beer managed to always have a crisp, almost tart bite to it and this draft was no exception. Slowly sipping the beer, she watched previous highlights of games between the two collegiate rivals.

"Oh my God!" Diane gasped, watching herself and the play that had incurred the wrath of Kelli Burke on the television.

Subconsciously, Diane reached up and touched her short pageboy hairstyle. On the screen, Diane Davis had waist length brown hair in a doubled up ponytail. She watched as she masterfully stopped the ball with her left foot, then swept the ball to her right foot, her dominant foot. Pivoting her body between Kelli and the ball, Diane attempted to pass the ball to Stacy Garner, a talented Wolf player. But a Lady Jay rushed up to block Stacy and in doing so, managed to strike the ball with her knee.

"And... goooaaal!" Diane laughed as the game film slowed to show the ball sailing right past the startled Lady Jays goalkeeper.

"Oh my God! That, is that your sister?" Odie asked, watching the television as she stood behind Diane.

"No, that's..." Diane started to say but the middle aged balding patron called out for another St. Elizabeth Light and Odie rushed away.

Then Diane watched the play that ended her aspirations of going to the 2008 Olympics. She watched as one hot headed player allowed her anger to overrule her sportsmanship and ended Diane's hopes of competing on the international soccer stage. The camera focused on Diane's s silently screaming face, then the satisfied face of Kelli Wilma Burke.

"Jesus! That, I hope they kicked that bitch out of the game," Odie said. "Reuben should be ready in just 'bout a minute, hear?"

The next scene showed a photograph of Kelli Wilma Burke, May 7th, 1984--February 27th, 2006. Diane stared at the screen; she had not known that Kelli Burke was deceased.

"Let me know how it is," Odie said, bringing the Reuben to the table. "I ain't never had one them."

"Mm! Oh, that, and he uses Russian dressing, not that thousand Island," Diane murmured her approval.

"It's good?" Odie smiled, eyeballing Diane's beer.

"Here, try it," Diane said, holding out the wedge of sandwich.

It was a thick sandwich. Jimbo had sliced the corned beef paper thin but layered several slices, folding them over and over until he had a thick hunk of meat. The Swiss cheese was a thick slice and he'd been generous with the sauerkraut. Diane felt something churn in her guts when Odie leaned forward, causing her cute cone shaped titties to dangle close to Diane's face while she opened her plump lips wide.

"I, hmm, mm! That, you know, I would have never ordered that, but that's good!" Odie approved after thoroughly shewing her large mouthful and swallowing it.

Diane resumed eating her sandwich, wondering at her behavior. She had hated whenever her husband, her ex-husband Andy would take a bite of any of her food. Every bite after he used her fork seemed like it had his saliva all over it. Even after wiping and wiping her fork, she still imagined she could taste his spit.

Yet, Diane had just allowed a complete stranger to take a bite of her sandwich right after she'd taken a bite of it. And, then she'd taken a bite right after Odie had just had her lips and teeth and tongue on her food. She looked at the screen again and saw that the game was now in progress.

"Go, go, go..." Diane murmured, volume increasing as a Wolf passed the ball to another wolf, who passed it right back and the two girls continued to advance to the goal.

"Go! Go! Go!" Diane screamed, standing and shouting at the screen.

But the Myndee goalkeeper denied the Wolves any points. A few patrons looked over and laughed when Diane screamed 'you cunt!' at the Lady Jay.

"Had the Eagles in Super Bowl Fifty Seven," one man smiled tightly, nodding as Diane dropped into her seat again. "Dropped a thousand on that shit."

"I went to Walchester," Diane explained, flaming red when she realized her outburst had been witnessed by the entire bar.

"Wait. That, that girl that got hurt. That was you?" Odie asked, standing next to Diane again.

"Yeah. That was me. Needed three surgeries to set my knee right and my ankle's still pretty messed up," Diane admitted.

"You had that long hair," Odie said, gently touching Diane's hair, fingers tracing along Diane's shoulder. "Think it's kind of cute like this, though."

"Thanks," Diane stammered, absently dunking a celery stick into her Italian dressing.

"Welcome," Odie breathed. "Ready for another beer?"

"I uh, yeah, yes," Diane said, draining her mug.

"No, no, no! Block, where, where the hell is the defense?" Diane cried out as the Lady Jays marched like a well-oiled machine toward the Walchester goal.

"Tell you what," the Eagles fan offered. "I'll buy you a shot of tequila for every goal them Wolves score. You buy me a shot for every Lady Jays goal."

"You're on," Diane enthusiastically agreed when a Wolf blocked the Lady Jay's advance with her chest, then passed the ball toward another Wolf.

"God damn, I tell you, I bought stock in toilet paper? Smelling like shit would all of a sudden become the latest fashion," the Eagles fan grumbled with a smile as the Wolves managed a goal.

The ladies' room was clean and well-lighted. Privacy was not to be had; there were no doors on the three individual stalls. So, Diane walked in and was able to determine that Odie's strawberry blonde tresses were natural. In the mirror above the twin sinks, Diane saw Odie dab at her patch of pinkish curls before wiggling into her very short cutoffs again.

"So... Odie? That a nickname or something?" Diane asked, working her very snug jeans down her thighs.

"Short for Odilia; it's German," Odie smiled, looking at Diane's reflection in the mirror as she washed her hands.

"Odilia. Riches or wealth," Diane remembered from her High School German.

She'd taken German; everyone else had taken Spanish or French, so, just to be different, Diane had opted for German. By the third week, Diane saw the error of her decision; she had no one to study with. Everyone else was taking Spanish or French. This gave them others to study with.

"Uh huh. Well, Jimbo got Tiffany coming in. Thank God; I'm about fall all out," Odie smiled and turned to leave the bathroom.

Diane watched the girl's delectable backside as she left. Typical youth; her buttocks were nice and firm. There was very little jiggle to Odie's buttocks but there was the flex and strain of well-formed musculature as the young woman walked.

"Would love to..." Diane murmured, shivering with the thought of cupping, squeezing, slapping those two firm hillocks of flesh.

"Yeah, yeah, got another one coming," Ray Dodson smiled as Diane again sat at her table.

"They... Woo hoo hoo!" Diane whooped as she saw the score was two to zero now.

Tiffany, or an older blonde woman that Diane assumed was Tiffany entered the bar. The woman wore a very long tee shirt and an angry scowl on her face as she marched to the kitchen. A moment later, the same woman appeared, wearing two sprocket shaped pasties over her nipples, very short denim cutoffs and the same scowl on her pretty face.

"You good?" Tiffany barked, passing Diane's table.

Diane saw that Tiffany was approximately thirty, possibly thirty five years old. There was a heavy layer of makeup on her face and her buttocks jiggled and wiggled as she strode around the bar. When she turned to make another circuit, Diane saw that Tiffany's belly had a slight paunch to it.

"Tiffany, how's Woody?" a man called out.

"Woody? He's good, he's good. Getting big and fat," Tiffany allowed a smile to crack her face.

Looking again at Tiffany's belly, Diane now recognized the signs of motherhood etched on the woman's flesh. She now looked at Tiffany's breasts again and saw further signs of Tiffany's status as a mother.

Diane bought one shot of Artigas Tequila for Ray; he bought her three shots. After the final buzzer sounded, he wished her a good afternoon; he needed to get home and clean up the house before his wife got off of work.

"Wife?" Diane said, somewhat drunkenly as he ambled out of the bar. "Shit! And I was going fuck you."

"Guy at table three bought you this; congratulations on your team winning," Odie said, putting a shot glass in front of Diane.

"What, what is it?" Diane asked, squinting drunkenly at the glass.

"Victoria Guadalupe Tequila," Odie said.

"Vic... Ooh, the good stuff!" Diane agreed, savoring the taste of the fine tequila. "Man! That, that is mm!"

After five shots of tequila and three draft beers; Diane knew she was far too drunk to drive. Though she was loath to do so, she reached into her purse and pulled out her 'cheaters,' her 2x Dime store reading glasses. She tried to pull up the Uber app on her cell phone.

The bed was soft, comfortable. The pillow was a little more firm than she liked but it wasn't too firm. Diane thought of none of this, though as she felt a warm body next to her.

The bedroom was pitch black. Diane could not see anything as she groggily raised her head. She realized that she was nude under the fleece blanket and she hated sleeping in the nude. The warm body next to her stirred slightly and Diane froze in her movements.

The Wolves had won. That much she remembered. A somewhat cute guy, Ray, had bought her some shots of tequila. He had been cute, in a scruffy way and he'd bought her some shots of tequila and she'd had two, no, three beers then had gone home with him and...

"No, no, he was married, remember?" Diane thought, realizing her bladder was threatening to pop if she didn't find a toilet and quick.

"Hey, a sleepy voice protested when Diane crawled out of the bed.

Diane couldn't find her clothes; she had no desire to walk through a stranger's home nude. Who knew how many people were in the residence? But her urgent need overwhelmed her sense of modesty and she grappled for the door of the room.

Locating and opening the door, Diane was grateful that there was a nightlight that illuminated a bathroom a few steps away from the bedroom. She scurried, one arm over her breasts, the other hanging down to cover her hairless mound.

The bathroom smelled clean; an underlying hint of some sort of air freshener lingered in the air. Diane checked and the toilet seat was down. She smirked slightly; the seat was one of those plastic cushioned seats. Those seats were nice for about four or five months then the plastic started to develop cracks. In time, the cracks would widen and deepen, revealing the yellow-brown foam underneath. And the rough edges of the cracked plastic would dig into any exposed flesh.

"God, do, do you have to be such a fussy bitch about everything?" Diane asked herself. "Can't you just enjoy a soft, comfortable toilet seat for now?"

The nightlight showed Diane where the sink was. And there was an enormous bottle of generic brand spearmint flavored mouthwash. Diane swished the mouthwash around in her mouth as she washed her hands. Then she swallowed the astringent spearmint flavored mouthwash.

In the dim lighting of the nightlight, Diane admired her breasts. In the bar, her nipples had been fairly apparent in her snug Wolves jersey. Nude, she could see her half-dollar coin sized light brown areolae and fat nipples. When constricted, her areolae would crinkle tightly and her nipples would proudly stick out 5/8ths of an inch. So, most of the Gearbox patrons had noticed her rock hard, fat nipples as she paraded around the sports bar, celebrating the Wolves' victory.

"I, I better still have my panties; those are real silk," Diane thought, again covering herself as best as she could as she returned to the bedroom.

When she entered the bedroom, a light was on. Diane froze, staring at the light. She would have smirked had she not been so apprehensive; the bedside lamp was a cone shaped lampshade above a plastic black and white soccer ball. Her eyes shifted from the twenty five watt lightbulb to the smiling face of Odie.

"Hey," Odie said, wiggling out of the bed.

"Hey," Diane agreed, looking at Odie's beautiful cone shaped titties and pale pink areolae. She was already familiar with Odie's pale belly, cute navel and slightly stumpy legs. Now, she was able to clearly see the little scruff of pinkish hair between Odie's legs as the girl stood, small bedside light illuminating her nude body.

"Got to..." Odie announced, scampering from the room.

Diane glanced around the small bedroom, looking for her clothes. There was the full sized bed, a low dresser, the bedside table with small child's soccer lamp, and a closet. There was no sign of her clothing.

"Come on; it's three in the morning," Odie ordered, pulling Diane back to the bed. "Way too early to..."

"Where, where are my clothes?" Diane asked, resisting the small girl's attempts.

"Living room," Odie giggled. "Come on; it's too early in the morning already be up."

"I want..." Diane started to say when Odie stood on tiptoes and softly kissed Diane's lips.

Diane could tell that Odie had not availed herself of the mouthwash. Her breath wasn't offensive, it just wasn't minty fresh. The taste of Odie's mouth was a little earthy.

"Mm," Odie murmured as she opened her mouth.

Odie worked her tongue into Diane's mouth, coaxing Diane's tongue out. Effortlessly, Odie moved Diane to the bed and gently pushed Diane onto the bed. Diane sat, breaking the mouth to mouth contact.

"Remember, in the morning I'm making us my world famous biscuits and gravy," Odie whispered, then bent to turn the light out.

Odie had to twist the knob twice and Diane realized the soccer ball lamp was a three-way lamp. She was willing to bet that the lamp had not had a three way bulb in it since the original bulb blew.

Odie pulled Diane to lie next to her. Again, she pressed her lips to Diane's lips and the kiss again turned into a dueling of tongues. Odie's small hand rubbed gently from Diane's upper arm to Diane's face.

"I'm glad you come home with me," Odie whispered.

"I, oh, oh yeah?" Diane asked, not really knowing what else to say.

"Yeah," Odie whispered, gave Diane one more kiss, then rolled over and snuggled down to sleep again.

Slowly, Diane lay down, staring up at the black ceiling. She felt the bed shift as Odie again wiggled.

"Come on; hold me," Odie ordered. "Hold me like you was doing."

"I am not a snuggler or cuddler," Diane wanted to argue but rolled and spooned up behind the petite girl.

Odie grasped Diane's hand and brought it up underneath her breast. On impulse, Diane softly kissed Odie's shoulder and Odie shivered slightly.

"Told you, that, that's my secret spot," Odie mumbled.

"Oh? Good to know," Diane said and again kissed Odie's shoulder.

Of course she'd done her fair share of experimenting. Being on a soccer team, with other young, athletic ladies, it was natural to look around at the nude bodies nearby in the locker rooms. It was normal to engage in 'mob mentality' and grab and tickle other teammates. And when in cheap motel rooms, two to four girls in one room, it was almost expected to caress, touch, pleasure one another.

After a victorious match, it was natural to hug and kiss other teammates. Those celebratory hugs and kisses sometimes turned more passionate. And after a loss, consoling one another sometimes became intimate.

These thoughts were whirling around in Diane's head as she gently fell asleep, a warm nude body pressed firmly against her naked body.

A soft kiss awakened her. Opening her eyes, Diane was greeted to the sight of a smiling strawberry blonde. Before Diane could say anything, Odie kissed her again.

"Come on; breakfast," Odie said happily.

The biscuits were two large buttermilk and black pepper biscuits drowning in thick, creamy sausage gravy. Apparently, Odie had diced onions, bell pepper and jalapeno peppers and sautéed everything with pork sausage before stirring in whole milk and a tablespoon of flour.

"I go to that stupid vegan grocery store? The one right there, Oakleaf Towers?" Odie said as she poured a cup of sludge she generously called coffee for Diane. "They stone ground the wheat; once you've had biscuits made with stone ground? You'll never be able to eat nothing else, I swear."

Removing her apron, Odie sat at the small kitchen table. Apparently she was very comfortable with her nudity. Diane found herself subconsciously putting her arm across her breasts.

"This, where, this is unbelievable," Diane said, swallowing her first mouthful of the simple but delicious fare.

"My Nana taught me," Odie said with obvious pride. "My momma's mom? Was a Joleit from DeGarde; itty bitty place in Louisiana. God but she could cook!"

While they ate, Odie named the various Cajun dishes she could cook. She promised, the next time Diane came over, they would have smothered steak; she loved smothered steak.

"There's a little bit more; you want some more?" Odie asked as Diane managed, barely, to scrape the last bite from the plate.

"Odie, I'm light-headed from all that food," Diane groaned. "Where would I put it?"

"Fine, we'll just have it for lunch," Odie happily declared, taking the dishes from the table.

"I'm not planning on being here for lunch," Diane thought.

"You ready?" Odie whispered, leaning over and kissing Diane on her mouth.

"Ready?" Diane asked.

"Make love," Odie whispered, grabbing Diane's hand in hers and pulling Diane to her feet.

Tilting her head up slightly, Odie again kissed Diane. Her arms wrapped around Diane's waist, pressing herself firmly against Diane.

"You said if I bring you home, you'll show me I don't need no man," Odie reminded Diane.

"I did? Yeah, that sounds like something I'd say," Diane thought as she returned Odie's hungry kiss.

"Mm," Odie purred as Diane used her fingernails on Odie's scalp.

Diane was struck by how thick and lustrous the girl's hair was. So soft and each strand was silky to the touch. Their kiss continued for a long moment, Odie holding her while Diane combed Odie's hair.

In the bedroom, Diane eased Odie onto her back. She then urged Odie's stumpy legs apart. Lying on top of the girl, Diane pressed her bald mound against Odie's sprigs of pink hair. In the total darkness, Diane relied on her sense of touch to find Odie's mouth again. Remembering something the girl had said last night/this morning, Diane' pulled her lips from Odie's lips and sought out Odie's bare shoulder.

"Oh, oh that..." Odie panted her approval as Diane first kissed, then licked along Odie's shoulder.

"I, OH!" Odie gasped out as Diane gave a not very gentle bite to Odie's shoulder.

Her bald mound pressed firmly against Odie's sex, Diane could feel how wet Odie was. She could also feel how wet her own sex was as she rubbed her crotch against Odie's crotch.

"Oh, oh God," Odie gasped out as Diane again kissed Odie's gasping mouth.

Grabbing Odie's small hands in hers, Diane brought Odie's hands up. She pinned the girl's hands above her head with her left hand while her right hand gently stroked Odie's breasts. While her hand grasped and tugged at Odie's left nipple, Diane continued to grind her pussy against Odie's pussy.

"Ooh! I, oh, oh, oh yyeess, oh yes!" Odie gasped out in orgasm.

Diane stifled Odie's cries with her mouth. Odie grunted into Diane's mouth as her hips jerked and ground hard against Diane.

"Mm, God," Odie panted a moment later.

Diane teased Odie's right nipple with her fingers while she suckled at Odie's left nipple. Odie again began a familiar dance with her hips and Diane suddenly bit down on Odie's left nipple while forcefully tugging Odie's right nipple.

"Aieegh!" Odie shrieked and Diane hurried to muffle the girl's cries, clamping her mouth over the girl's mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Odie panted when her orgasm had subsided.

Even in the darkness, Diane could feel the girl's baleful stare. Before Odie could say anything, Diane bit Odie's bottom lip and held the bite for a long moment.

"You don't play fair," Odie said reproachfully when Diane released her lip.

"Maybe I'm not playing," Diane suggested and bent her head to capture Odie's right nipple.

Odie was again quick to climax and did so loudly. When Diane again captured Odie's mouth, Odie thrust her tongue into Diane's mouth. Then Diane yelped when Odie bit down on Diane's tongue.

"And maybe I'm not playing either," Odie said, then giggled at Diane's growl.

Diane shivered as her overheated crotch dragged against Odie's rough blanket. She wiggled down and caused Odie to squeal then laugh as Diane nipped at her belly. Diane kept wiggling down, resisting the urge to reach between her legs and rub herself a as the rough blanket rubbed maddeningly against her crotch. Finally, she had to relinquish her hold on Odie's wrists as she continued wiggling down.

She could smell Odie's arousal. It was a strong, musky aroma, an enticing bouquet. Reaching out with her tongue, Diane swiped Odie's soft petals. This brought on a gasp from the beautiful young girl.

Odie reached down and rand her fingers through Diane's brunette locks. Diane grabbed Odie's wrists again and held Odie's wrists pinned against Odie's soft belly. Odie did put up a token resistance but ceased with her struggles when Diane nipped at Odie's fat little clitoris.

"I, oh! Aieegh!" Odie shrieked, spraying Diane's face with her ejaculate.

Diane lapped at the fragrant pussy, using her free hand to finger Odie's depths. She coaxed another shrieking climax from the small strawberry blonde, then slowly wiggled forward again. Diane kissed each of Odie's pretty breasts before once more kissing Odie's gasping lips.

Releasing Odie's wrists again, Diane rolled to the side and pulled the nude girl against herself. She embraced Odie, kissing and nibbling on Odie's pouting lips.

"Hey, you hungry?" Odie asked, rousing Diane from her slumber.

"Huh?" Diane asked, surprised.

She'd not realized she'd fallen asleep. She'd not realized how long she'd slept in Odie's soft bed, in Odie's dark room.

Odie had used the last two biscuits to make roast beef sandwiches for them. She had a mega-pack of Burns & Burns Grocers brand potato chips and Diane gave into temptation and ate the bag of jalapeno chips. She resolved she would jump back on her low-carb diet on Monday, resolved to return to the gym located just cattycorner to 2 Alliance Square, really work on toning her body.

Leaving Odie was somewhat difficult; the girl looked truly disappointed that Diane did not want to stay for smothered steak, rice and gravy and sugar peas.

"You got my phone number? I did give you my phone number, didn't I?" Odie babbled as Diane marched to the door of the apartment.

The Uber took Diane to the parking lot of the Gearbox. Retrieving her car, Diane drove to Andrew Walker's home to gather her son.

The Walkers were planning on taking their brood to Disney World in two weeks and wanted Diane's permission to bring Walker along. Even though she was fearful, Diane grimly nodded, giving her permission.

"Don't worry, we hadn't said anything in front of him; hell, the other kids don't even know about it," Andrew smiled.

"You know, in case you, you weren't all right with..." Brianna said.

"Well, really? I'm not all right with it, but, damn it, I can't hold onto him forever," Diane attempted to joke, but her voice cracked.

"I know," Brianna agreed, some tears coming to her eyes as she thought of a day far, far away that was actually much closer than anticipated, a day when their babies would decide they weren't babies anymore and would leave the home.

"I am so glad I have no estrogen," Andrew joked as Diane and Brianna shared a tearful hug.

"Oh, whatever, Mr. Testy Tossy Ronni," Brianna teased.

Diane made Walker's favorite meal, cheese toast and peanut butter crackers. Briefly, she wondered if her little man would like biscuits and gravy. With a smirk, she had to concede, the boy probably would not like biscuits that were not swimming in apple jelly; apple being the only flavor he would eat.

After getting the bathed and into bed, Diane put up the safety gate that closed off the stairs then went to her bedroom. Selecting a knurled vibrator, Diane masturbated to thoughts of a sweet faced little pixie with cone shaped breasts.

After bringing Walker to his Day Care Center, driving to her place of employment, Diane found her thoughts drifting to Odie. She reached for her cell phone but the car in front of her suddenly slammed on their brakes and Diane decided to concentrate on her driving.

On a night that Walker had been terribly fussy, earning himself a spanking and ten minutes in 'Time-Out' in his chair, facing the blank wall, Diane thought of calling Odie. Right now she could use someone to talk with, someone to vent, someone who would just listen, make Diane feel all right. But Walker called out that he needed to go potty; potty training was still quite a challenge for mother and son.

Sitting in a steamy bubble bath after finally wrestling a fussy boy to bed, lazily tracing her tightened areolae with her fingernails, Diane thought of Odie, wondered if the petite strawberry blonde would enjoy sharing a steamy bubble bath, enjoy sharing a few kisses, enjoy Diane's fingers sliding into her wet and ready pussy. But after toweling herself dry, after applying lotion to her damp skin, Diane decided it was too late at night to call the girl.

The weekend was spent ferrying Walker around. His days were filled with activities and her nights were filled with resting up from a hectic day running around chasing after an active toddler.

And each time she thought of the adorable little munchkin, Diane found one reason or another to put off calling the girl. And in time, Diane convinced herself that Odie would not want to hear from her; too much time had elapsed between their shared intimacies and now.

Nearly two weeks after their slow and gentle Sunday, Diane received another alert; the Connelly Cougars would be hosting the Walchester Wolves. Since it was local, Channel 18, KOKL would be showing the game. Walker was enroute to Florida, Disney World; she had the condominium to herself.

Despite diet and exercise, Diane still did not fit into the shorts. So, once more, she wore the jersey with some black jeans. And, despite diet and exercise, the jersey hugged her unfettered breasts very nicely.

"Hi! Sit anywhere," a very cute blonde girl chirped when Diane entered the Gearbox.

"Screen three? Jimbo said the Walchester Wolves would be on three," Diane asked.

"You, you never called," Odie accused as she slapped the single sheet laminated menu in front of Diane.

"I, I," Diane stammered, once again entranced by the young girl's beauty.

"What you want to drink?" Odie snapped, bottom lip beginning to quiver.

"I started to call you a thousand times," Diane admitted. "But why would such a beautiful girl, what? What would you ever want with an old woman like me?"

"I'd want to be with you, hold you, make love with you," Odie admitted.

"Odie, I, I'm twice as old as you," Diane stammered.

"So? We, we only got today. And today? You're breaking my heart seeing you here," Odie snapped, a tear trickling down her small face.

"Wings. Give me the wings. And Ridger on draft," Diane decided.

"Fine," Odie said brusquely and stomped away.

Odie had not exaggerated; the wings were mouth-numbing hot. Three beers later, Diane was smart enough to know she was too drunk to drive. Adding to her drunkenness was the fact that the Cougars soundly trounced the Walchester Wolves. She was about to arrange for an Uber when she saw Odie scamper to the restroom. Diane got to her feet and tottered to the restroom.

The banging of the bathroom door alerted Odie that she was no longer alone in the bathroom. She looked up into the long mirror but did not see anyone. With a shrug, she dabbed her pussy clean and wiggled into her tight shorts again.

"Hey!" Odie cried out when Diane grabbed her.

"Mmph!" Odie protested as Diane kissed Odie.

Odie struggled as Diane grabbed her wrists, binning them above her head. She tried to pull her mouth from Diane's urgent kiss but Diane kept her left hand holding Odie's wrists, her right arm holding the small girl tightly against her body.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmng!" Odie protested as Diane pushed Odie against the wall, tongue working into Odie's protesting mouth.

"I'm too drunk to drive," Diane murmured, pulling out of the kiss. "You drive me home?"

"Why? So you can rip my heart out all over again?" Odie sobbed.

"We got today. You said it yourself, we only got today," Diane reminded the girl, kissing her again.

The End

***Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure. I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.

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Diane Davis, formerly Diane Freedlin is a minor character in 'Youthful Abandon' in the Mature category.

Diane's place of employment, Prescott Conglomerates is introduced in '2 Alliance Square' in the Lesbian Sex category.

Andrew Jerome Walker and his wife, Brianna Walker are primary characters introduced in '1 Alliance Square' in the Group Sex category.

The King's Court is mentioned in 'Dance On Your Knees Pt. 03' in the Romance category.

Red's Sports Bar is mentioned in 'Tapes from a Garage Sale' in the Transgender & Crossdressers category.

Jimbo and The Gearbox are introduced in 'Under Tornado Warning' in the Loving Wives category.

And GOOOOAAAALLLL!

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.