Fidelis Women's University, Ch 3

The sun slowly rises over the mountains, lighting up the morning sky with beautiful blues, oranges and reds. The rays send strips of warm light over FWU's lacrosse field, just as a shrill whine comes from one of the players.

"I'm freezing my tits off!" Karen complains.

"Looks like they froze off a long time ago!" Amy laughs as Karen runs to a streak of sunshine along the sideline.

"Shut your mouth! Some of us aren't built for the cold!" Karen yells to Amy as she rubs her arms, trying to warm up in the sunshine.

"I thought you were a prairie girl? This is nothing for you," Amy laughs, mocking Karen by copying her.

"I am! It's a wet cold here, as you all like to say." Karen knows that she's just feeding Amy more to be mocked by her.

"ENOUGH, LADIES!" the coach yells out, "Karen, on the field!"

Karen takes her place as right wing on the midfielder line. Ready for a scrimmage, she knows this will warm her up as a mischievous smile spreads across her face.

Normally Karen doesn't look intimidating, but when she has her lacrosse stick in hand and is on the field, she's a force to be reckoned with.

Standing at 5'2", 105lbs, she has fiery shoulder length, wavy red hair. Naturally two toned, it appears to be on fire as it trails behind her when she runs. Her piercing emerald green eyes have a way of entrancing people when she talks. She works hard to have a toned, shapely body, but not too much as she likes a sexy feminine look. Her breasts are small, but she loves how sensitive her 34A cup breasts feel, and the pencil eraser nipples are always hard. While she has a hard time choosing her favourite part on her body, her firm bubble butt gets noticed the most. That's because she will wear her yoga shorts a size smaller, showing off her large outer pussy mound accented by her thighs.

Karen is still getting used to FWU's lacrosse uniforms, a loose short-sleeve blue sports shirt and a blue plaid skirt with spandex shorts underneath. The school received a special exemption instead of the usual shorts.

She prefers playing on the men's teams, it being more physical and challenging. But when she was offered a full scholarship to FWU, she couldn't turn it down.

The whistle blows, the women fight for the ball at the face-off and Karen charges in, giggling as she's ready to fight.

Practice wraps up and the team heads into the change room. Tammy, the team captain, pulls Karen off to the side. "Karen, I really think we have a chance at nationals with you on our team. Can you play like you did in practice?" Tammy questions her with suspicion.

Tammy has an intimidating presence about her. Standing 6-foot with a muscular square body, she could be easily mistaken as a man from behind and she's perfect for defence. She does have mostly feminine features, however. Her face is soft with deep blue eyes, full lips, a cute little button nose and light freckles. A naturally beautiful, angelic face without a touch of makeup. She wears her long strawberry blonde hair in a braid that reaches just above her full plump ass. And she has full DD breasts that are the envy of everyone on the team.

Karen gives Tammy a smirk. "I was holding back in practice," she says smugly. Tammy gives her a disapproving look; it's sort of like the one mom would give her.

"I know I'm new, I'm a little cocky. But I will hold my own, I'll show you that I am worth the hype and be a good teammate," Karen says, followed by a reassuring smile.

Tammy leans in with a hug, her large breasts smothering Karen's face, and says with a whisper, "You get me that championship and I'll give you anything you want..." Tammy tightens her hug "Anything..."

Tammy releases her and walks away, stripping down and heading into the showers. Karen, stunned and in awe, slowly walks to her locker. Sitting down, she watches as the other women change and chat. Still new to the team, she doesn't know the whole dynamics yet. She assumed that they would be prudish, holy Catholic women; that's what she's seen so far on campus. Her thoughts go to Tammy.

Karen becomes lost in a daydream of Tammy coming into the shower, picking her up, pushing her against the wall as her legs straddle Tammy's head. Tammy spreading Karen's pussy lips, her tongue teasing her wet folds, tasting her sweat from practice as juices start to flow.

Tammy's hunger growing as she probes deeper into Karen tight hole, lapping up her sweet musky juices. Karen grabbing onto Tammy's hair, pulling herself in, needing Tammy's tongue deeper inside. Karen's orgasm building, letting out a gasp, cumming in Tammy's mouth.

Tammy pulls herself away from Karen and flips her around into a standing 69 position. Tammy's tongue eagerly finds its place back in Karen's wet, quivering pussy. Karen, submitting to Tammy's muscular embrace, reaches around, grabbing onto Tammy's firm ass for support as she dives into the other woman's wet pussy, her tongue about to reach Tammy's clit...

Karen is startled back to reality by Amy plopping down beside her. "Hey, I hope you know I was only teasing you; I wasn't trying to be mean. You know, just razzing the new girl and all." Amy gives a little sideways head tilt and a soothing smile.

Karen, trying to collect herself, staring at a half-naked Amy. One would expect her to be a model than a midfielder in lacrosse. She looks as if she was sculpted for the gods; 5'8" and slim. Long black hair with a shine that looks as if its glowing, whisky brown eyes and golden honey skin tone.

Karen stumbled over her words "No... no, it's all good. I played with the boys for years; I can take it as good as I can give it!" she says, sounding more confident near the end.

Amy gives Karen a perplexed look then giggles. "Playing with the boys, I'm sure you took it quite a bit from them," she says, giving Karen a cheeky grin and wink.

Karen becomes mesmerized as Amy's perky B-cup breasts and nipples that looks like chocolate Kisses jiggle with her laughter.

Clearing her throat, pulling Karen from her trance, Amy scolds "My eyes are up here." Then she favors Karen with an even wider grin.

Karen's cheeks start to burn with embarrassment, "Sorry, just kind of surprised by how... liberal... you all are here in the change room. The women in class that I've met come off as quite prudish and pious." Karen's cheeks grow more crimson, realizing that this sounds offensive.

Amy stands facing Karen, stretching her toned arms above her head and dipping her hip, giving Karen a full view of her athletic body and her blue sports thong accenting her plump pussy. She lowers her hands to her hips, looking down at Karen, displaying her dominance over her. "Well, we all have amazing bodies," she says, gesturing to herself. "Why wouldn't you take a look? It's a compliment. If it leads to something else, well, who are we to judge? Just don't bring any drama to the field and we'll be good." Amy turns, walking away, swaying her hips.

Karen, still stunned by this unexpected culture shock, admires Amy's swaying ass as she walks away. Looking over her shoulder, Amy gives Karen a wink as she grabs her towel and heads to the showers.

Karen slowly undresses herself, waiting for the last of the other women to leave, thoughts flowing through her mind of how the year will go, making her pussy ache to be touched. As she slips off her purple thong, the last of the women leave.

Karen slyly makes her way to the showers. Hearing the water running, she knows Amy is patiently waiting for her. Standing outside the shower stall, she can hear little whimpers and splashes coming from Amy as she pleases her needy little clit.

Holding this power over Amy makes Karen smile as she moves in on her prey.

Karen takes the shower stall next to Amy's and slips into the warm flowing water.

"Hey, Amy?" Karen yells through the stall.

"Fuck!" Amy grunts out, frustrated by being so close to orgasm. "... Yeah... Karen? What's up?" she asks, pinching her clit to avoid losing the pleasure built up.

"Are you ok? I didn't scare you, did I?" Karen asks with concern, knowing exactly what she just interrupted.

"No... just thought I was alone." Amy leaning her head against the wall, frustrated. Her fingers massage her clit to stay focused on her impending orgasm.

"Ok.. I just wanted to thank you for that little chat we had. The girls here have been nice and all. I'm just a little nervous, you know, being new and all. It was sweet of you. That's all."

Holding back her laughter, Karen runs her soapy hands over her body, feeling her nipples stiffen up as she pinches them between her fingers. "I'm sorry that I was looking at you so much, I just thought that you are really... pretty and all. It's nice to know that everyone on the team is ok with that." A big, wicked smile spreads across her face as she rises the soap off her, letting her hand run through her red bush to her throbbing clit.

Amy's annoyance building, worried that her orgasm is escaping her, she presses her fingers hard against her clit and runs her other hand to her breast, pulling on her nipple. "It's alright, I'm happy to..."

"Oh, that great! I was worried that I might have offended you. Maybe we can exchange numbers? I'd... like to get to know you a little more," Karen says with fake shyness as she quickly bites her lower lip. Rubbing her clit in quick little circles, Karen lets out a muffled moan, cumming from tormenting Amy. She can't let her know that she just came. "Well, I'm done in the shower... Can I wait for you to get your number?"

Amy feeing like she's on the verge of tears, needing this orgasm that has escaped her. The only alone time to finger herself uninterrupted...

Trying to focus on the only thing better then cumming alone is cumming with someone else, she collects herself, burying the annoyance and frustration, and lets out a cheery reply, "Yeah, of course! I'll be out in a moment... I'm... I'm done too." With a hit of defeat in her tone.

Karen walks pass Amy's stall, drying herself as she makes her way to her locker.

A moment later, Amy walks to Karen's locker, wrapped in her towel, drying her hair with another one. "Ok, I have my phone. What's your number...?" Amy asks Karen, and is then taken aback by Karen's unexpected boldness, her naked body on full display.

"Oh, great! Let me get mine...," Karen turns around and bends over, reaching into her bag. Her legs spread apart, showing her light pink pussy lips dangling in full view.

Amy gets a clear look of her pink puckered asshole. Licking her lips, her own pussy aching to be touched as her juices start dripping down her thighs. Keeping herself collected "You seem quite comfortable around here?"

With a little chuckle, Karen replies, "Yeah, I'm just use to having a change room all to myself."

Both women switch phones to put in their numbers. "Thanks, it'll be nice to a new friend, Amy!"

Taking in one last look of Karen's fit body, Amy says, smiling as she walks away, "Yeah, we'll need to meet up real soon!".

Karen, happy with the trap she's set up, changes into her uniform and races off to breakfast before her first class.

Amy sitting alone in the change room, feeling disorientated. "What is her deal?" she mutters to herself.

"Fuck it! I'll skip breakfast and finish up in the shower!" she says as she marches back to the shower stall with determination.