Transfer Student

The first practice always had a buzz of excitement. The sun was setting in the winter sky. The players' legs all moved in tandem as they ran sprints across the field. Lacrosse involved a lot of running, and Nia liked that. She had always had long legs. The boys at Riordan, the small, elite private school she attended, called her "Giraffe" until her senior year. That's when she blossomed in other areas, and they began to notice her for more than just her long legs. She liked that attention either way.

Nia took a breath as she waited behind Suzy, a girl who had been on the team for a couple of years. Or so she said when she announced that they all needed to wear these very expensive jackets to be on the team, and she and Lauryn, the assistant coach, would be collecting money. Everyone shrugged it off. Nia calculated how much she had left of her student loan in her checking account and if she could float it. Maybe if she skipped cafeteria lunch for a week.

Suzy laughed with the girls around her, her blonde hair a match to the girl in front of her, and pulled back messily into the same style ponytail. They weren't being rude by not talking to her while waiting in line. She was, after all, new, and even weirder, a midyear transfer. Plus, Nia was used to being invisible. She wasn't great at making friends, but she wanted to get to know people and be a team player. She had to have a bit of connection to play with these girls. She should try. As soon as a lull hit the conversation, she moved slightly to get Suzy's attention.

"You did well on that last play," Nia rushed out, her voice coming out in its typical deep tone.

Suzy turned quickly, almost as if she didn't know anyone was behind her. The other girl eyed her. Nia smiled. The other girls noticed how pretty she was, different.

"Thanks," Suzy said slowly as she looked Nia up and down, "What was your name again?"

"Nia. I transferred. Just moved here from ____."

The other girl, slightly taller than Suzy and more athletic looking, smiled, "I'm Heather. You're really good. Did you play in high school?"

Nia nodded. People were often surprised to find a black girl on the lacrosse field.

"Yep, mostly d wing, sometimes defense..."

Suzy cut in, "Well, Abigail and Marissa are wings, so you'll probably have to go back to being defense."

Nia's smile fell just slightly. She wasn't stupid. Girls like Suzy thought they were better than her. She loved proving that they weren't. She could tell that Suzy was trying to show her the team hierarchy. That was good, Nia thought. That means she was threatened. Nia liked to be noticed as such on the field, maybe even a bit off the field, too. Heather, on the other hand, was more in it for the game and enjoyed playing with Nia.

"Alright, let's," Brendan's voice boomed across the field. Nia felt a jolt run through her body. He was barely older than them, probably 24 or 25. Nia noticed he was tall, broad-shouldered, with well-muscled arms leading to big hands gripping a clipboard. He was in good shape, and Nia had noticed him swinging his stick around earlier, showing his skill. He was wearing a backward baseball cap, khaki shorts, and a white polo shirt. His brown hair stuck a little from the top of his hat. Nia shifted, ready to hear who would play, his blue-green eyes barely even glanced over her as he started to talk.

"J in goal," A tall, strong-looking brunette in pads jogged out onto the field with her helmet in hand.

"Point and cover point, Laura and Missy," A curvy short girl with blonde highlights in dark hair, jogged toward another girl of similar height but much more weight and dark curls. The two high-fived and laughed as they jogged out toward the goal, their sticks in their hands.

"3rd Man," Nia assumed if any position this would be hers since, as Suzy said, the midfield positions were taken, "Abigail," Nia could feel a shift in the air. The assistant coach, Lauryn, pursed her lips as she stood by Brendan. Her eyes rested on Nia for a moment too long. Abigail raised her eyebrows, flipped her blonde hair, and jogged out to the field.

"D Wings, Sarah and..." he seemed to hesitate, "Nia." Nia felt the eyes fall on her. That feeling started to warm in her chest, the attention, being noticed. She pushed it down and jogged out to the field.

Brendan called her name, using it as an excuse to watch her. Her eyes darted up, and she moved quickly to follow directions. He noticed she was quiet and seemed nice enough to the other girls, and she was good, really good. Lauryn had tried to get him to put her on defense, but he was adamant. She had the stick skills they needed right now, and Lauryn was just on the side of her friends.

Brendan and Lauryn had graduated just two years before. Being the girls' coach had been offered to Brendan by the coach of the men's team as a way to stay involved. It seemed only natural for Lauryn to join once they got together. But sometimes he had to remind her that, as the coach, he made the calls, and Nia was the right call.

As the scrimmage went on, Brendan watched her from the sidelines, arms crossed. He shouldn't be looking at her this long; he should be following the ball, he thought. But he couldn't look away just yet. She moved gracefully and effortlessly, her long, toned legs flexing. Her checks were quick, strong, and efficient. Despite his best intentions, his eyes took in Nia's body, her white tank top clinging to her body, her blue shorts riding high on her thighs and low on her hips. Watch the ball, Brendan, he reminded himself.

The girls raised their sticks as Heather scored a goal. It gave him a reason to glance back at Nia, notice how her shorts clung to her ass. What was wrong with him? When he blew his whistle, it was harder than he intended.

After practice, the girls changed their cleats in a circle. Brendan finished taking some notes on his clipboard. He knew the circle was like some hierarchical thing. Lauryn had tried to explain it to him. The inside was where you wanted to be. He noticed Nia sitting on the outside. She untied her shoes quickly.

"Hey, so you went to Riordan, right?" Heather plopped down next to her.

"Yeah, but I took a year off." Her voice wasn't as he had imagined. He didn't know many, okay, any black girls, and he imagined she'd sound like the girls he'd seen in videos. He was wrong. Her voice was deep and soft. Her cadence when speaking matched the other girls. Brendan had heard of Riordan, like his own high school, it was known as an elite and expensive private school. He found himself surprised that Nia went there. She didn't look like someone who went there. He stopped. What did that mean? Because she's black? Brendan started feeling guilty. He kept listening to the conversation going on while pretending to look over his clipboard.

"My mom's a teacher there, so..." It was like he'd read his mind and was explaining how someone like her could go to Riordan.

"Well, good to have you on the team, Nia." Heather smiled warmly.

Nia smiled and rose. She didn't look at him or the other girls; she gave Heather a little wave then turned, walking away. Brendan couldn't help himself. He took a long look at her ass, perky, round then dropped his eyes back to his clipboard.

By the third week of practice, Nia was fine with the basic level of "friendliness" she had with the other girls. She had a routine of sorts: Change into her cleats, put in her mouthguard, and run the drills. She'd exchange some friendly enough small talk with a few of the girls, but that was it.

She was finding life at (school name) wasn't all that different from Riordan. She was usually the only black girl in most spaces, and lacrosse felt like an outlet for the stress. She felt good on the field. Brendan was a fair coach, and she couldn't help but notice the slight tension she felt from the other girls whenever he complimented her play or gave her a suggestion. She'd gleaned that he and Lauryn were a couple. Made sense, Lacrosse Ken and Barbie, Nia smiled to herself as she picked up her stick and ran to the field.

On the last play of practice, Nia watched as Maddie threw an uneven pass to Heather. Brendan blew his whistle, "Maddie, that pass was trash- your eyes open?"

Nia winced. She'd die if he talked like that to her, but at the same time, she found herself getting a little tingle at his dominating vibe. Suddenly, he turned his head, and though he was wearing sunglasses, Nia knew he was noticing her noticing him. Shit. She averted her eyes. She didn't look at him again that night.

Lauryn jogged up to Brendan, "A little harsh on Maddie."

"She's a starter; she should act like one." He blew the whistle signaling an end to practice.

He felt Lauryn brush her breasts against his arm. "You seem stressed. Can I come over and help you relax tonight?"

He barely heard her. He was too busy trying not to watch as Nia pulled her top off, revealing a blue sports bra. Her stomach was flat and toned, with a glint of a belly button piercing. Her shorts hung low on her hips. Jesus, she was hot. Brendan didn't know what it was about this girl. The novelty. The forbidden fruit of it all. The mystery. She took a big drink of her water and he couldn't help notice how thick and juicy her lips looked. He remembered Lauryn.

"Yeah, 9 work?"

He thrust into her again as she moaned like she usually did. Her small breasts, topped with pink nipples, bounced as he pushed into her.

"God, you feel so good," Lauryn moaned. He put his head down by her shoulder and continued to fuck her. He closed his eyes, and there she was. He squeezed his eyes tighter, pushing down the guilt fluttering in his gut. Just like earlier, brown skin glistening with sweat, breasts pushed together in her sports bra, her legs smooth and long leading up to that spot between them. He thrust harder, his breath quicker. He thought about how quiet she was, how different, how sexy. He felt it as he got harder, twitching slightly inside his girlfriend.

Lauryn let out a loud moan and Brendan shoved his cock back into her one last ime as he started cumming inside her as his mind raced with images of Nia's body, how it might feel inside of her brown thighs.

"Oh shit," Lauryn sighed as he collapsed on top of her. "that was amazing."

Brendan rolled off of her, and she cuddled into him.

"Goodnight, babe," he said mechanically as he kissed her forehead. He had cum but he still couldn't help wanting Nia. Thinking about her ass, her tits, everything about her. He let out a big sigh and forced himself to sleep.

Her first team party. Nia has spent the last 45 minutes picking out just the right outfit to show some of her body but keep some hidden. Guys liked imagining what they could see. She looked good. She knew it. Her tight jeans hung on her hips and molded to her round ass. She picked a red tank top that pushed her tits up nicely and showed just a sliver of her flat tummy. Her hair was out and curly, and she'd put just a dab of pink gloss on her thick lips.

The lacrosse men's team was known to throw wild parties off campus. This was their first "mixer," meaning boys team and girls team hanging out. As she walked in the front door, the first thing that hit her was the smell of beer. Most of the people on both teams were already there. Some were playing beer pong, others dancing. She noticed Suzy, her hair out, tight skirt, all over a taller guy with blonde hair. Irritated and a little jealous, Nia's eyes glanced back at the guy. Nia had seen him earlier at practice. Heard his name, Liam. He commanded the field, his large body slamming into the others, his stick cradling fast. He turned his head, and Nia caught his eye. She watched as he took her in, his eyes devouring her. Then he turned back around. Nia straightened, pushing her chest out slightly, and continued towards the drinks.

Nia said some fake hellos to some of the girls and ignored some of the leering eyes as she grabbed a drink and sat on the sofa. She took a big gulp. The punch was mostly alcohol and very little juice. She liked this feeling. It was a whole separate part of herself from the one who went to class and played lacrosse. She turned to watch some of the girls acting wild, drinks in their hands, dancing seductively with the guys. Nia felt the couch slump beside her.

"New girl. Didn't think you'd come?" Liam smoked, commanding her attention with his gaze. His legs spread wide, bumping hers, a solo cup in his hand.

"Why not?" Nia shifted so that she could look him in the eye as she took another gulp of her drink.

He eyed her up and down, his gaze lingering on her chest, "You seem like the quiet type. In bed by 9 kind of girl."

"You don't even know me." Nia challenged, rolling her eyes and letting her lips form a playful smirk.

"Maybe I want to," He leaned forward a bit like he was going to kiss her, then shifted away, standing up, teasing her. Her breath quickened. Nia raised an eyebrow. He reached down, pulling her up and in close so his lips were near her ear.

"I bet you can dance," He whispered as his hand lowered toward her ass. Nia let him, enjoying being his focus, feeling like she had all of his attention. She felt a throb between her legs as his hand gripped slightly on her ass cheek. She licked her lips suggestively and watched as his eyes followed her tongue. Their bodies just touched as they swayed slightly to the beat. She took one big last gulp of her drink before setting it on the table. He took her hand and pulled her to where people were dancing to the thump of the hip-hop song. Nia turned so her ass pushed into his crotch and began to move her hips. She felt Liam's hands rest on her hips, holding her in place. Their bodies beat in rhythm. He could keep pace, surprising her. She could feel his hardness behind her, his breath near her ear. She let her head arch back against his shoulder as his hands made their way to her hip bones, his fingers almost touching her inner thighs.

Bodies were close, and the heat was everywhere. Nia felt a hand on her shoulder and turned. Abigail from her team gestured for her to come closer. She moved a bit away from Liam, letting his hands fall lower on her waist.

"Yeah?" She leaned in. Abigail looked flushed and annoyed.

"You know, he's taken. He's Suzy's guy." Nia immediately disliked her superior tone. Abigail's eyes flickered over Nia's shoulder. Nia turned to see Suzy, cutting her eyes at her while Maddie and Sara whispered in her ear. The alcohol was rushing to her head. Nia felt the pushed-down animosity she felt towards the other girls churn up as she turned back to Abigail.

"He's Suzy's guy, huh? Well, he doesn't act like it." Nia smirked and then turned to Liam. He hadn't heard their exchange and probably didn't care. He planned on getting what he wanted. He was talking to a teammate as she took a step closer to him. he pulled her close, his hands returning to her hips.

His lips brushed her neck. "Let's get out of here," he whispered. Nia bit her lip, a little unsure.

"I heard you're Suzy's guy," Nia whispered back, tipping her head back so her hips were closer to his ear.

"Does it feel like I'm Suzy's guy?" he said as he pushed himself against her so she could feel his cock. He reached down to squeeze her ass. Nia's lips curved into a smile as she felt the physical tingle of pleasure collide with that feeling of power. She felt good.

His room looked like wealth and privilege, she thought as she walked in. His lacrosse stick was against the wall, on his desk were multiple laptops, and his TV took up an entire wall. She barely had a chance to look around more before he was on her. His arms wrapped around her small waist, squeezing her body as his lips came down on hers. He wasn't gentle. She liked it. It made her feel desired. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth, in and out between her lips, mimicking what his dick wanted to do. She took a moment to suck his tongue into her mouth and he let out a groan of pleasure. Suddenly, he stripped them both down until she stood in her bra and panties and his dick in his hand almost touching her,

"Fuck you are so hot," he pulled the cups of her bra down exposing her nipples for just a moment before covering them with his mouth.

"Ah," Nia let out a soft gasp. Liam raised and turned her around to face the bed, bending her over so he could spread her legs with his hands. She could hear him opening the condom package and slipping it on. He rubbed a hand up her back as he leaned over her, pressing his large, hard body onto her.

"You ever had white dick before?" He whispered in her ear in a haze of lust, then, without waiting, he gripped her waist and slid into her like he owned her, hard and sure. She wasn't sure if she liked Liam, but she liked how he made her feel. She liked how he touched her like he couldn't get enough of her. She closed her eyes, feeling him deep inside her, hearing his grunts as he slammed into her from behind.

"God you're so fucking wet," he murmued his fingers rubbing her wet clit. Nia felt her legs begin to shake a bit. He pushed her body further down, grabbing her arms with both his hands.

"Oh, fuck you are tight. Oh you are so fucking hot," He held both her arms behind her back, bouncing her on his dick. He held her body close against his and slammed into her quickly a few times before returning to the steady thrusts. He pulled her further up the bed so she lay flat and put his body flush on top of her as he once again pushed himself inside her from behind. Nia could feel his warm wet breath on her ear and his hard cock inside her pushing into her hard and fast.

"I'm going to come all over your dark skin, Nia. Oh my god, it's going to look so good. You're so fucking hot baby," Her pussy pulsed but when he whispered in her ear as he slammed inside her she felt something closer to power. A small feeling of shame tried to poke its head up, but she pushed it down, deciding to revel in the base feelings building in her. He came on her back with a growl as he held her hips in place taking in the color contrast of his cum on her skin.

He slapped her ass hard, "Fuck that was good. I always wanted a black chick."

Nia told herself to take that as a compliment. She felt a shirt or a towel wipe her back and she turned over as he flopped beside her a shit eating grin on his face.

"Charming," Nia rolled her eyes and glanced over at him.

"Don't go yet. I want to fuck you again soon." He laid a strong possessive arm over her body, and there it was again, that feeling.

After 2 more rounds and a fitful hour of nonsleep, Nia could see the sky getting lighter. Her skin hummed from touch and almost vibrated from being used for so long. She sat up and put on her clothes. The good feelings evaporating inside her quickly.

She put on her shoes and glanced at Liam, his eyes shut and breathing steadily. She grabbed her phone and her purse and quietly shut the door.

She pulled her hair into a messy bun as she walked, her sneakers silent against the sidewalk. The morning air sobered her, and something like regret tugged at the edge of her chest.