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The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 7: The Group Project

As I got ready and walked out of my apartment door on Saturday, I was filled with a new degree of excitement. Today I would be traveling with the team to Notre Dame for our next game and tonight I would be sharing a room with Jenny, one of the assistant coaches. Savannah told us that she had used a random name generator app on her phone and it chose her to be my roommate for trip.

Despite that excitement, anxiety also constricted my chest. This was an entirely new ball game. I wasn’t sure what the expectations were following our agreement earlier in the week. What are we going to say to each other on the trip there? Is it going to be awkward. Would all the coaches still go out as a group? Would Jenny and I do our own thing? How far did she want to take things?

As I walked to meet the team bus, I had many questions and few answers.

Once I joined the team outside the athletic center to wait for our ride, I saw Jenny make a beeline for me. At least that took the guessing out of whether she wanted to talk to me before tonight.

“Good morning!” she said cheerfully as she waved me away from the group. “I have to say, I’m quite excited for tonight.”

“Me too!” I agreed. “What are you thinking we should do?” I asked, hoping not to betray my stress.

“Well, I was imagining being in your shoes. If I were you, I’d be a bit unsure what to expect.”

“You’ve got me pinned,” I replied with a smile, glad that she already knew how I was feeling.

“So my first question is do you want me to be in charge of our plans? Or do you want to be in control?”

“If given the option, I’d love it for you to be in charge,” I answered honestly.

“Ok. Any boundaries you want to make sure we don’t cross?”

“None that we haven’t already talked about.”

“Excellent. Here’s what I’m thinking then. I put us together on today’s flight. All day, I’d like for you to tease me: A little grab here. A sneaky kiss there. Things like that.”

“Oh I already like the sound of this.”

“Then, after team dinner tonight I think we should go have a couple drinks with the girls, then back to our room for fun. Sound like a plan?”

“Definitely. I love that,” I replied. I glanced over at the team to make sure no one was looking and gave Jenny’s ass a quick squeeze.

“Oooh,” she yipped. “Yes, just like that,” she said with a devilish grin.

*******

It had been a long day by the time we got through our team dinner. I was grateful that Jenny let the other coaches in on the plan. Hopefully that would cut down on some of the teasing or questions from them.

Jenny and I had enjoyed subtly touching each other and teasing on our flight over—I was basically hard the entire time. And I had appreciated getting to know her better. She was originally from California and had moved to the east coast to play college lacrosse. Since then, she had coached with a few different staffs until landing here while Savannah was still playing in undergrad. She said she had known that Sav was a born leader even back then and was grateful to coach under her now, even though she was quite a bit younger.

Jenny told me that she had once been married for a year when she was younger, but it just wasn’t a good fit. Since then, she’d had a couple of serious partners but mostly enjoyed playing the field. She also mentioned that she was bi-sexual and enjoyed being with men and women equally, though often for different reasons, which gave me a lot to think about as we prepared for landing.

Our game was a nail-biter. There were probably half a dozen lead changes in the last five minutes and we eked out win when we scored with only 20 seconds left. It was, by far, the closest match since I started helping out the team, which meant that everyone’s nerves were a bit fried by the end. It was cool to see Savannah in action making changes to her game plan as needed and adjusting on the fly. Once again, I was beyond impressed by her mind for the game.

At dinner, we picked a nearby bar within walking distance to go to for a couple drinks. The other ladies decided that they weren’t going to go dancing or anything so we didn’t need to change out of our casual clothes.

As we sat around a high-top table finishing our second round, Brit finally lost control of her mouth: “So, you guys gonna fuck each other’s brains out tonight? God I’m so fucking jealous!” I felt my face turn red in a hurry.

“Brit! We agreed we weren’t going to bring it up!” Erin chided.

“You knew I couldn’t keep that promise. And honestly, I’m proud of myself for holding off for this long.”

“It’s fine. She can ask. Doesn’t mean we’re going to tell her anything!” Jenny retorted.

“Oh c’mon. I’m sure you’ll crack eventually. I hope you’ve been using your XL dildos this week, otherwise tonight is gonna fucking hurt with his monster cock.”

“You’re too much,” Savannah said simply.

“Oh please. Have the rest of you not also been at home every night pounding your own pussies thinking of his dick?”

“Brit, shut the fuck up,” I ordered, hoping to end this conversation.

Erin, Jenny, and Savannah all busted up laughing while Brit just dropped her jaw in shock.

“Well, well, well, look who found a voice,” Jenny said, sounding impressed and tossing back the rest of her drink. “I think that’s our cue. Ready to head back?” she asked me with an eyebrow raise.

I nodded and finished off the rest of my own beer. Standing up, I held out my hand to her. She took it with a smile and said “Night, ladies,” as we began to walk off.

“Hope you can’t walk tomorrow!” Brit called after us. Jenny silently gave her the one finger salute as we continued our exit.

As soon as we got outside the bar, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss. All day I had been trying to get a read on what she was looking for: Tender, gentle seduction? Raw feral physicality? Being in control? Being controlled?

Despite observing and thinking about this all day, I still didn’t have a clue. So, I decided to just go with what felt natural for me and hoped that she was be receptive to the authenticity. For now, I wanted to kiss her.

And she wanted to kiss me back.

She met my mouth and tongue in a violent game of twister in the alleyway outside as her hands slid up under my shirt and explored. My hands cradled her chin and neck as I tasted the salty sweetness of the margarita she had just finished—it was delightful. Her hands continued to roam as one came around my abdomen and toyed with the waistband of my jeans.

“Are you hard for me, yet?” she whispered in my ear.

“Why don’t you find out?” I asked as one of my hands slid down her back and gave her ass a squeeze through her leggings.

At this, she simultaneously pounced back on my mouth as her hand dove into my pants, where she learned that I was, indeed, hard for her.

“Oh, fuck. We gotta get back to the hotel,” she panted as she wrapped her fingertips around my girth. I grabbed her hand and began marching us back towards the hotel, grateful it wasn’t far.

The door to the elevator closed behind us and we were on each other again immediately. As our mouths met again, her hand was grabbing at my dick through my pants while I squeezed at both of her ass cheeks. When the elevator dinged and the door opened at our floor, she grabbed my hand and literally began running down the hallway towards our room.

After fumbling with our keycard and pushing through the door, Jenny shoved me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Our lips re-attached as she straddled me and started grinding her crotch on mine.

“I originally wanted to take things slow,” she gasped in between kisses. “But now I just NEED you inside me. Can we circle back to the foreplay later?”

“Fuck yes,” I said excitedly. She lifted herself up off me and stood up next to the bed as she grabbed at the hem of her shirt, lifting both it and her bra underneath off entirely.

I had seen her tits earlier that week when I came on them, but everything happened so fast that I hadn’t really had the opportunity to take them in. They were perfectly suited to her athletic body. Not too big, but plenty of weight for them to be tantalizing. I couldn’t wait to play with them.

Then, she reached for the waistband of her stretchy leggings and pulled down, revealing a sexy lacy thong that I imagined she had picked out specially for tonight. As she began pulling these off, a long strand of grool remained connected to her pussy until she had gotten them to her knees.

“These are completely soaked through. You’ve had me so fucking wet today,” she said as she kicked them away.

I finally had the chance to take her in fully, and she was magnificent. Wavy brown hair topped a tanned athletic figure that she clearly spent significant time maintaining. Her lovely tits led down a tight abdomen to a patch of well-manicured pubic hair, below which I could see a pair of meaty inner lips. A muscular ass topped long, toned legs. Although there were signs of age here and there, I couldn’t wait to explore that body further.

“I’m glad you seem to like what you see, but I really need you to get undressed now,” she requested, pulling me from my reverie.

“Oh, yeah, sorry!” I replied quickly, popping up and beginning to undress. As I yanked my boxers off last, I asked, “Should I grab a condom?” I had brought some in my bag, but wasn’t sure what the plan would be.

“Oh you don’t have to worry about that, hon. I’ve been taken care of for a long time. And by the time we’re done, I want to feel coated in your cum inside and out. Now lie back on that bed,” she instructed while pulling back the comforter and sheets. Jenny generally seemed self-assured, but I had certainly not seen her this confidently dominant, even in her role as a coach. It was hot as fuck.

I followed her orders and she was quickly back on top of me. She pinned my cock up against my stomach as she slid her sopping pussy up and down along it’s length. Even that felt good.

She looked me in the eyes, and said, “Brit was right. I’ve been using my biggest dildo all week thinking of you. I probably came ten times in the last four days thinking of this moment,” she admitted. “And I can’t believe I’m the first one of us that actually gets to ride it. Those bitches can’t stop telling me how jealous they are.”

To hear how much she had been thinking of me and how much they all had been talking about me turned me on even more. I couldn’t wait to be inside Jenny as I looked up at her beautiful tits and body.

“You ready for me to ‘fuck your brains out’ to put it in Brit’s crass words?” she asked as she lifted her hips up and grabbed my shaft.

“So fucking ready,” I replied excitedly as I felt her guide my tip to her drenched hole.

She simply grinned as she aggressively dropped her weight down onto me. Most women I had been with needed some easing in, but not Jenny. She was quite ready.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck! That feels even better than I had imagined!” she groaned as she threw her head back in pleasure.

Her pussy felt amazing for me, too. Although not quite as tight as others had been, it still felt like a perfect grip on my cock all the way from the base up to the head.

She leaned back and balanced her hands on my thighs, her feet firmly planted on the bed next to my hips as she quickly began bouncing on my dick. Somehow, each time she dropped down it felt better than the one previous, and every time she slid herself back up to my tip, the suction of her lips made me moan in pleasure.

I reached up and started playing with her clit using my thumb, her leaned-back posture giving me perfect access. So far, she had been on the quieter end, with small whimpers here and there, but now she began to moan in earnest with the new sensation.

“Fuck!” she panted. “Wait, I don’t want to come yet. Flip, me over,” she requested as she slid off of me.

She quickly turned around and got on her hands and knees, presenting her ass up to me. I tipped forward onto my knees and wiggled my head up along her slit and her clit. “Just put it in! Please!” she begged.

Needing no further invitation, I plunged my dick deep into her pussy. “Ohhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned as I bottomed out. My balls rested up against her clit. “You’re gonna make me come so hard like this.”

I grabbed her hips while guiding my cock back out of her wet hole, and then slammed my length back into her, eliciting another loud moan. Again, and again, and again I pounded my cock into her pussy as I could feel her orgasm (and mine) growing closer with each progressive thrust. After a couple dozen more of these, I knew she was at her limit as her moans became unceasing.

Finally, it hit her.

“Fuckinngggggg shittttttt,” she wailed as her arms collapsed from under her and her face slammed into the pillows, which barely helped to deaden the sounds she was making. I felt her pussy contracting and relaxing in turns around my cock as her legs shook. From my point of view I could even see her anus pulsing from the waves of her climax. I watched her back heave with her quick breaths as the intensity of her orgasm continued to flow through her.

This went on for a few minutes until she eventually slid off my cock entirely and rolled onto her back, her curly hair splayed all over the pillows underneath her. Still panting a little, she looked up at me and softly said, “That was insane. Holy fuck.”

“Yeah, that was incredible,”I agreed.

“Ready to finish the job?” she asked me with a smile. Spreading her legs for me, she added, “I still need to feel that cum inside me.”

I just grinned and propped myself back up on my knees, guiding my cock back to her entrance.

I rubbed my tip along her slit and pushed, plunging back in with my whole length. “Fuck me! Hard!” she requested.

“Absolutely!” I replied. I grabbed her thighs and lifted her ass off the bed so that I could get a bit better leverage, and began pounding my cock into her. Going so hard felt good to me, and with each stroke I was taken closer and closer to my own climax.

Soon enough, I was right on the edge. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna commmmmmme,” I moaned as I continued hammering away.

“Fill me up, Andy!” Jenny demanded.

That did it. I slammed into her one more time as deep as I could go, and in an instant, I felt my cock begin to throb as I unloaded into her, my muscles tensing with the overwhelming sensation of my orgasm. “Fuuuuuck,” I groaned as my dick emptied and I fell on top of her, our mouths connecting in another passionate kiss.

I pulled out and watched as my cum leaked from her slit.

“Tonight has already been wonderful, and we’ve only just started,” Jenny said warmly as I lay down next to her and kissed her again. Light kisses quickly turned to making out and then I started to explore.

I kissed down her neck and collar bone until I finally was able to get adequately acquainted with her boobs. They felt even better than they looked. I licked her nipples and massaged each breast. “Oooh, that feels nice,” she cooed as I let my mouth casually wander and eventually return back to her hers.

My hand slipped down her abdomen until it found her pussy again, sticky with cum. I caressed her lips and her clit softly and without urgency. We had plenty of time and no hurry.

“Looking to finish what you started the other night?” she teased. Her fingers traced around my pecs and encircled each of my abs as they slithered down towards my cock.

“Oh, very much,” I replied with a matching tone as I started exploring her vagina, her inner thigh, her vulva. Slowly, I homed in on her clit with increasing intentionality. “Yes. That feels goodddd,” she purred as she wrapped her hand around my shaft and began sliding it up and down.

With each passing minute, her whimpers of pleasure grew, eventually turning into moans. Soon enough, her hand was wildly rubbing my cock as her body spasmed from one position into another like she was being shocked.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she chanted as I maintained my rhythm and motion, despite her wild movement.

“Yes! YES! YES!” she screamed as her second orgasm of the night overcame her. This time, instead of shaking and collapsing, her muscles tensed and her legs clamped around my hand. “YESSSS!” she howled, no longer caring if any of the surrounding hotel rooms could hear us. I thought for a moment about Savannah and Erin one room over and two of the players on the other side of us. If any of them were back in their rooms, they would surely be hearing Jenny quite clearly.

As she came, her mouth re-attached to mine as she kissed me as if she was trying to devour my tongue. My fingers started to go numb from the pressure pinning them between her thighs.

“Good god, you’re good at that,” she said once she started to come down and release. ”Brit’s right. If you’re not in one of our player’s beds every night, it’s a damn shame. Waste of good talent, honestly.” She chuckled and I laughed along with her.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said with a devilish grin. “But first, I have a confession to make.”

“Oh really? I love a good secret,” I replied with a conspiring look as she shimmied her way down towards the foot of the bed in between my legs.

“When you came all over my chest the other night, and I went to the bathroom to clean up, I tasted some. It was goddamn delicious. Tonight, we’re not wasting a drop of that tasty elixir.” She was also not wasting any time as she wrapped her lips around my head and quickly took in as much length as she could.

Her experience was apparent as she made me feel things I’d never felt from a blowjob before. I momentarily considered how much money she could make doing an online masterclass on her technique. It was just that good.

It didn’t take long before she had me on the edge once again. “Holy fuck that feels good!” I whined as she took me into the back of her throat while expertly fondling my balls.

“Oh Jenny. I’m gonna come. Are you ready?” I panted. Her eyes met mine and she nodded as much as her current position would allow.

Immediately I felt my own next orgasm hit and my second load of the night was discharging into Jenny, though this time into the back of her throat as she kept nearly my full length in her mouth the whole time.

Her eyes watered, but she remained true to her word—not a drop escaped her lips. When my cock finished unloading and my climax ebbed away, she released me from her. She swallowed one more time and then opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue.

“Told you I wouldn’t waste any! And honestly I could guzzle that all night,” she said proudly as she cuddled up into my arms and pulled the sheets up over us. I leaned over to kiss her again as I recognized a feeling of calm contentment.

She quietly lay in my arms as we enjoyed the aftershocks of our pleasure and appreciated the feeling of our naked bodies intertwined.

After some time, she spoke up: “You know, I was trying to remember the last time I came that hard from someone’s penis…”

“And?…”

“I honestly can’t remember. Certainly not in the last ten years. And I’m not sure about before that. Definitely not with my husband. I honestly can’t recall.” She giggled as kissed me again. “I think I might go shower, care to join me?” she asked, starting to get up from the bed.

“Absolutely,” I grinned as I followed her.

In the shower, our hands were continuously groping, “washing,” and playing with each other. My cock stayed hard as she rubbed her body against me and teased me until our skin was so wrinkly that we had to get out.

As we dried off, I asked, “You ready to get to sleep, or think you’ve got one more orgasm in you?”

“Oh I’ve got AT LEAST one more orgasm in me. I can sleep on the plane,” she replied as she fell back into the bed.

“That’s what I was hoping. Can I use my tongue this time?”

“I’d be insane to say ‘no’ to that,” she answered with a wide smile as she lay on her back and spread her legs.

I teased her a little before diving in, taking little nibbles on the insides of her thighs and letting my tongue explore her whole pubic area. Although not obvious, there was a faint trace of my cum still present, but it didn’t bother me as I stuck my tongue in her slit and then licked up to her clit.

This quickly elicited a moan and her hands reached down to the top of my head, messing with my wet hair and pushing me into her crotch. I thought that with it being her third time around that this time might take a little bit longer, but the opposite happened. Much faster than I anticipated, her breathing quickened and she started panting. The moans followed quickly as she writhed underneath me. With each progressive orgasm she seemed to be getting more sensitive.

“Oh Andyyyyyyyy,” she groaned as she lifted her hips into my face and pushed on the back of my head. “YESSSSSSS,” she moaned as I felt her pussy begin to spasm for yet another time tonight. Like the last time, her legs clamped around my head, holding me in place as I continued pleasuring her until she had to shove me away due to the overwhelming intensity.

This orgasm burned bright, hot, and quick as she continued squirming, but sooner than before she was already regulating and returning her breath to normal.

She looked up at me with adoring eyes as she whispered, “I’ve only ever come three times in one night once before in my life. That was incredible.”

“I live to serve,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again.

“Well why don’t you serve me another round of that dick,” she instructed with a smirk as she looked down to my engorged cock. She lifted her left leg into a glider position, spreading her soggy pussy lips for me again.

“Yes, ma’am,” I teased submissively as I straddled her right leg. I used my tip to toy with her clit and lips, wanting her to beg for it.

“Stuff it in me already!” she ordered aggressively.

“If that’s what you want…” I retorted, slamming my full lengthy into her in one fell swoop. If her vagina was wet earlier, she was absolutely drenched down and I felt very little resistance.

“Fuuuuuuck yes!” she groaned wantonly. “Tear my pussy up, Andy!” she demanded as she looked at me with fire in her eyes.

I grabbed onto her upright leg for leverage as I pounded my throbbing cock into her with all my might, arching my back as I brought my full attention to the symphony of pleasure centered on my penis. I closed my eyes as I used my other senses to take in all that was happening. I listened for clap of our bodies meeting while Jenny’s moans echoed in the background. I smelled the scent of our sex wafting in the room. I noticed the taste of Jenny’s pussy still on my tongue. And I felt the sensation of our bodies connecting in ecstasy.

I wished that I could live in that moment forever, but my body was responding to everything it was experiencing as I marched ever-closer to another orgasm.

Just as I was getting close, Jenny let loose a howl: “I’m coming AGAINNNNNNN!”

And as I felt her vagina clamp down on my dick, I was sent over the edge right along with her. I felt another river of cum erupt from my throbbing member up inside her pussy as she seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilating, her breathing was so fast and shallow.

“Holy. Shit. Holy. Shit. Holy. Shit,” she kept repeating in time with the spasms I could feel around my cock as it continued to unleash.

Finally, we both started to calm down and I pulled out of her before gently lowering her leg. How it wasn’t cramping that whole time, I would never know.

“Holy shit,” she said again, this time in apparent disbelief. “I’ve never hit four in one night. Never!” She grabbed my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. “Four!” she exclaimed again as soon as she released me.

With that she pushed me down on my back and climbed on top of me where she began kissing me again. The fervor with which she continued to make out with me along with the sensation of her dripping pussy on top of me re-ignited that feeling in my cock, as it began to grow again.

“You are not getting hard again?!” Jenny said incredulously. “I mean this in the best way possible, but you’re a freak, Andy.”

“I know. I know. It has a mind of its own.”

“As much as I would like to ride it until the dawn, I think my pussy has hit its limit. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no need to apologize. There’s no expectation there and honestly I think I would start to lose skin if I attended to it every time it got hard. It’ll dissipate eventually.”

“Ok. Good to know. Speaking of winding down, we should probably actually get some sleep. Only a few hours until we have to be on the bus.”

“Yeah, you’re right. We should get at least a little rest.”

I turned off the lights and crawled back into the bed with Jenny as she nestled into my arms.

“Four! I still can’t believe it,” she whispered. “You’ve made me feel incredibly special tonight, Andy. Thank you.”

“I’ve had an amazing time, too, Jenny. Thank you,” I replied.

Before we knew it we had both drifted off to dream land.

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 6.3: The Agreement

“Ready to go?” Becky asked me as she grabbed her bag. “I just need to stop by the locker room and then we can head over to my apartment.” Becky was a junior midfielder that I hadn’t even realized was in my bioethics class until the other day. She had suggested that we group up with Jackie, another player on the team, for our upcoming bioethics assignment. I couldn’t say no.

They were both very attractive women. Becky had mentioned at one point that her parents were from Vietnam—she had tanned skin and lovely brown eyes that went with her dark brown hair. I would describe her as “cute.” Nearly a foot shorter than I, she had generally soft features with moderate assets that matched her sweet personality.

I replied, “Do you or Jackie need to shower or anything first? Today’s practice was a real ass-kicker!” With our next game two days away, our Thursday practices were usually pretty intense and today was no exception.

“Nah. Unless you mind the smell?”

“Uhhh.”

“I’m just fucking with you. If we stink, that’s just too bad for you. Right, Jax?”

“Yeah, if you have a problem with it I think we’ve got some clothespins you can use to plug your nose,” Jackie joked as she walked up next to us. Jackie was a senior attacker, and our leading goal-scorer.

Jackie was nearly as tall as I was and had dark, nearly black, skin. She had large boobs and a full ass on top of a well-muscled body. It was that strength that allowed her to overpower defenses and score the most goals of anyone on our team. She was one that I had to intentionally avoid looking at too long because once I started because I had a hard time pulling my gaze away from her beautiful body.

The three of us made small-talk about the team, our upcoming game against Notre Dame, and our classes as we walked to their apartment.

“Is it just the two of you here?” I asked as they showed me in. It was a pretty standard university-provided apartment, but admittedly much cuter and much cleaner than my own.

“No, we live with two other girls. But they’re away right now for a softball tournament.” It wasn’t unusual for student athletes to connect and live together, even across different sports. There was nothing like the camaraderie of saying, “Good morning,” at 4:30am in order to get to the weight room hours before most of our classmates had even woken up.

“Cool. You have a cute place, and it smells so nice in here,” I complimented politely.

“That’s sweet. Thanks,” Jackie replied. “So, should we get to work?”

“Definitely,” Becky said as she guided us over to the living room and we pulled out our laptops.

*******

Two hours and a devoured pizza later, we had a pretty good outline of what we were going to do for our project. We had been assigned to pick a current topic in bioethics and to cover both sides of the debate. We were tasked with ultimately determining how we might come to a conclusion about what is most ethical. We had decided to focus on the use of AI in mental health treatment. I was excited to learn that they were both biology majors minoring in psychology, while I was just a pure psychology major, and all of us had interest in the mental health field.

One odd thing that I had noticed as we had worked was that the girls kept moving closer and closer to me on either side of the couch. I was surprised when Jackie first put her hand on my thigh as we all looked at my laptop, presumably under the pretense of leaning in to read the article I was showing them. Then, a few minutes later, Becky did the same thing. Was it intentional flirting or just a convenient place to put a hand?

This seemed to opened the floodgates. During the last half hour or so, their hands were constantly touching me: Slapping my arm after a joke. Touching me briefly on my chest when giggling about something we read. Fingertips sliding up my leg as they handed each other notes. Naturally, this started to get me excited, though I was grateful that I was able to contain my bulge to a half-chub.

By the time our work was finished, I thought that there could be no way that all of this physical contact was accidental. The question was just who was going to make the first move.

As I reached to close my laptop and stuff it in my backpack, Becky spoke up, again putting her hand on my leg: “Wait, Andy. Umm … I was wondering … Ummm … I think Jackie has a question for you.”

“God! Becky! You’re so embarrassing!” Jackie exclaimed has her face quickly turned red. She had daggers in her eyes at her teammate, but also seemed glad to have had the encouragement.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well…” she started uncomfortably. “Do you remember that first day you started helping us out in the weight room a couple weeks ago?”

“Yeah…” How could I forget when I got all riled up helping the ladies with their lifts and embarrassingly got a total hard on in front of all of them? It was mortifying.

“Well … Becky and I were wondering if maybe … maybewecouldseeit?” The last four words all came out as one, as if they were only going to leave her mouth if she pushed them all out together.

“You want to … see my … dick?” I asked, making sure I understood the situation, but also enjoying their excited interest and awkwardness at the request.

“Yes. Please,” Becky said meekly with a hungry nod and smile. Looking over at Jackie, she wore a similar expression as she aggressively shook her head while shifting her gaze between my face and my crotch. I felt my cock grow a little fuller as I glanced between their eager faces.

“Your wish is my command,” I answered with my own devilish smile. I stood up and turned around to face them. “Why don’t you two do the honors?” I suggested, the tent in my thin lacrosse shorts continuing to rise.

They bounced closer to each other on the couch as they stared at my moving shorts in wonder.

Becky reached up for the waistband on my hip and looked over at Jackie. “Ready?” she asked.

Jackie swallowed hard and reached for the fabric on the other side. “I think so,” she said. They both hooked their fingers into my shorts and yanked down. And then they both busted up laughing.

Though not usually want you want when two beautiful women are pulling down your pants, I knew what they found humorous: I had forgotten that I was wearing my boxers with little lacrosse sticks that I had gotten for Christmas several years ago. The fact that they were now stretched out by what was underneath them only made them more comical. I was glad to have introduced some levity to cut the tension and nervousness they had clearly been struggling with.

“Well those are fancy!” Jackie giggled as Becky continued to cackle.

“I’m glad you think so,” I replied with my own chuckle.

“Should we try that again?” Jackie asked this time as she again reached for my hip, though this time seemingly less anxious.

“Let’s do it,” Becky replied eagerly.

This time, they took it slower, gently lowering my boxers a little at a time. First, they exposed my trimmed pubic hair. Then the base of my cock. Then inch by inch, my shaft.

“It just keeps going!” Becky said exuberantly as they approached my head.

Finally, my waistband slid over the tip and it sprung up energetically.

“DAMN!” Jackie squealed as it nearly hit her in the face.

“Woah,” Becky uttered as her eyes grew wide. “That’s really big,” she added as her face flushed again.

For a few minutes, they just inspected it, looking at the head, the shaft, my balls, as if it was some sort of exhibit at the zoo. Every so often I would make it jump, which would elicit yelps of surprise each time.

“It looks heavy,” Becky said as I could tell she was winding herself up for her next request. “Can I … can we … touch it?”

“I would love that,” I affirmed.

Her hand trembled as she raised it up to the underside of my shaft. She took it in her palm gently before wrapping her fingers around it. “It IS heavy!” she cried. “Feel it, Jax!” she suggested to her friend excitedly.

Becky pulled her hand away as Jackie reached up, though with a bit more confidence. Her fingertips traced along the top until she wrapped the rest of her hand around it and lifted it up towards my abdomen. “This thing is massive. I bet it could really really do some damage,” she said desirously as she manipulated it. “Can both our hands would fit on here?” Jackie asked her friend.

Having moved on from her nervousness, Becky quickly grabbed my member with her teammate. “And there’s room to spare!” she exclaimed. “I kind of … err … I kind of want to see it come. Is that wrong?” she asked greedily.

“Yeah! I bet this thing drops a massive load!” Jackie replied thirstily.

“Make it happen if you’d like,” I said with a smile.

Not needing any further invitation at this point, they began working in tandem to stroke up and down along my shaft. It felt incredibly good, especially as aroused as I was at the circumstances of the situation. I closed my eyes for a moment to take it all in as these two lovely ladies gracefully pumped along my length.

As I did so, I suddenly felt wetness beyond what I had expected from pre-cum. The surprise made me open my eyes as I looked down to find Becky tongue up against the tip of my dick. She was looking up at me with mischievous eyes as she took my head into her mouth entirely. She dropped her hand to my balls while Jackie continued stroking.

“Oh that feels gooood,” I groaned. Jackie excitedly joined the proceedings as she began running her tongue up and down my shaft.

“Mhmmm, tasty,” she said with a grin as she looked up at me. “Let’s switch,” she requested to Becky.

Becky gave me one last suck before sliding off and making way for Jackie, who quickly took as much of me as she could into her mouth.

“Fuck yes. Suck on that fat dick!” Becky cheered for her friend, seemingly having found her confidence. This encouraged Jackie to take me even deeper into her mouth and down her throat as her eyes started watering. It felt amazing to have most of my cock enveloped by her.

“C’mon Jax, you’ve almost got it all!” Becky continued. “More! More! More!” she chanted as Jackie tried to push me further inside of her, but it was to no avail. Suddenly she started choking and spittle went everywhere as she ejected me from her mouth.

“You were so close!” Becky said in support as she reached up to start pumping me with her hand again.

“Think you can do better?” Jackie said with smirk once she had recovered.

“I know I can,” Becky replied with determination. She immediately sucked me into her mouth as I felt her lips run down along my shaft. Not only was she taking me deep in a hurry, but I also felt her tongue dancing along my cock’s underside. In no time, she was as far down as Jackie and pushing even further. The shy Becky that I had started out the night with seemed to have now turned into an experienced nymph, much more capable than she initially appeared.

“Holy shit, Becky!” Jackie exclaimed, also seemingly surprised by her teammates oral prowess.

Before I knew it, she had me down her throat and her lips were at the crease of my base.

“Fuuuuuuuck, I’m not gonna last long if you keep that up,” I moaned as she continued sucking away.

Not one to be left out, Jackie got underneath and popped one of my balls into her mouth. It felt insane to have both girls going to town on me like this and I knew I was edging quite close to orgasm.

“Where do you want me to come?” I panted, not wanting to unexpectedly ejaculate down Becky’s throat.

Jackie unlatched from me and looked at Becky. “Faces?” Becky nodded as she gave my cock a couple last sucks and lovingly slid off of me like a champ.

They brought their faces close together underneath my tip and Jackie reached up to give me a couple more pumps. Looking down at their enthusiastic faces, their mouths open in excited determination, pushed me over the edge.

The orgasm swept over me and surged down my cock as I my tip began spraying cum wildly across their faces. Jackie still had control of me as her hand remained on my base as she pointed my tip at both of them. Spurt after spurt of seed landed in their mouths, on their cheeks, on their foreheads, and even some in their hair and on their shirts.

I didn’t come quite as much as I had on Jenny a couple nights previous, but it was still a healthy amount.

“Mhmmm. Delicious,” Jackie purred with a grin as she licked around her lips.

“Yeah, that is actually really good. Usually it’s way too salty. You must have a good diet,” Becky observed as she slurped down the cum that was in her tongue’s reach.

“That is a nice fucking dick,” Jackie said, looking back at my softening cock. “Thank god we’ll need quite a few more of these meetings in order to finish off this bioethics project,” she teased as she wiggled her eyebrows, causing both Becky and I to laugh.

“Can’t wait,” I replied in the same tone.

“Well for now, we should probably go get cleaned up and hit the hay. You’ll be at weight lifting in the morning?” Becky asked. I just nodded in response.

“By the way, I talked to the rest of the girls, and everyone is pretty bummed that you started wearing such constricting pants in the weight room. Maybe tomorrow you should go back to shorts?” Jackie suggested.

“Maybe I will,” I answered with a little grin.

I gathered my things and got ready to head back to my apartment. As I was about to make for the door, I heard Becky call back to me, “Hey Andy, maybe at our next group project meeting you’ll get a chance to pay us back and play with these.”

As I turned around, I saw that both of them had removed their tops entirely and were playing with their tits. “Let’s not wait too long then!” I agreed, forcing myself to reach for the door and take my exit.

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 6.2: The Coaches Dinner pt 2

“Sooooo last night was fucking crazy!” Brit said immediately in excited, but hushed tones as I found her in the meeting room before our game against Northwestern. None of the other coaches were there yet. “Callie had said you were pretty big, but I thought she might have been exaggerating. Can confirm. She. Was. Not!”

“Keep your voice down, Brit,” I requested as members of the team passed through on their way to the locker room.

“Why?” she asked incredulously. “If I had an asset like that, I’d be shouting it from the rooftops!”

“I’ll bet you would,” I replied as I noticed the other three coaches headed for us. They had grins on their faces that gave away what they had been talking about before they even opened their mouths.

I hoped that we would be able to just focus on the lacrosse game, but Brit was not one for subtlety: “How many times do you guys get yourselves off last night after getting home? I came three more times thinking about this guy!” My face immediately flushed in embarrassment. Luckily, I was not the only one as Erin and Jenny both glued their eyes to the ground sheepishly.

“Brit, you are really something else,” Savannah said with an eye roll as she ignored the question. “But yes, last night was quite fun. If we agree to talk about it later, can we just focus on Northwestern for now?”

“Fiiiiiiine,” Brit whined.

*******

The game went flawlessly. We were up by six at halftime and never looked back, eventually beating Northwestern by ten goals. It was safe to say that our team was firing on all cylinders. I’d expect nothing less from Savannah’s squad.

As we all filed back towards the locker room after the game, the mood was light. “Hey, Andy, have you picked a group yet for that bioethics assignment?” I looked over to see Becky, a junior midfielder. Our bioethics class was gigantic, so I hadn’t even realized we were both in it together.

“Ugh! No! I meant to talk to some people tomorrow in class to see if anyone wanted to join up. No offense, but I didn’t even realize that you were in that class, too. It’s so big.”

“No way!” she said, laughing. “Jackie and I are both in it!” She nodded over at one of the senior attackers.

“I’m so clueless,” I said, rolling my eyes at my own lack of awareness.

“It’s all good. You’re right, it is a big class,” she said graciously. “She and I were going to partner up and wanted to see if you wanted to come over tomorrow night to work on it together. Care to join our group?”

“Sure! Yeah, that would be great!”

“Cool, we can just go from practice,” she said casually.

“Perfect,” I replied smiling. It was a complicated assignment and I was going to be glad to do it with people I could trust, although I still couldn’t believe that I hadn’t noticed they were in the class with me. My phone buzzed and my mom was calling. I stepped outside for a minute to talk to her—she was wondering if I’d thought about my dad’s birthday present at all yet.

By the time I stepped back inside, the locker room had cleared out and Savannah had gathered the rest of the coaches in the meeting room. “So I think we should talk about last night,” she began.

“You trying to do it again tonight? ‘Cause I’m game!” Brit squealed.

“Uh, no,” Savannah replied, shutting her down immediately. “Obviously, we crossed a few lines yesterday, and I just want to check in on where everyone’s at. Not to mention that Andy is still a student so that makes this way out of bounds, even if he’s also operating as a coach for now.”

“Well, I’m obviously into it! I hope there’s plenty more opportunities to get my hands on that dick!” Brit said.

Savannah was getting annoyed now. She snapped, “I know you’re fine with it. But I want to hear from everyone.” For once, this actually shut up Brit who looked a little afraid of Savannah’s tone.

Erin spoke up next: “We did cross some lines. But I don’t think any of us were drunk enough for that to be a real factor. I, for one, greatly enjoyed it and would love to see things continue. But I also don’t think Andy should feel pressured whatsoever.”

“I agree with Erin,” Jenny began, thinking for a moment. “I’ve not felt so alive in quite some time and I loved every minute of it. To be honest, I had dreams about that cock last night. If we’re open to it, I’m curious to see where things go from here. But I also think it’s Andy’s prerogative.”

“I see. And Andy, what do you think?” Savannah asked.

“I know I probably sound like a predictable horny college boy, but I definitely enjoyed myself. I feel comfortable with all of you and would honestly love to continue exploring,” I answered candidly. “My only concern is that I’m not sure that I’m really looking for anything serious right now, and I don’t know how you all would feel about sharing me. Both with each other and with … others,” I added inelegantly.

Savannah replied, “Thank you for your honesty. I am in agreement with Erin and Jenny that I would love to see this continue if you are up for it. I also think it is wise of you to be concerned about our dynamic with you. I can speak for myself and say that I understand that whatever happens between us would not come with any expectations and if at any point you want to cut things off physically, I wouldn’t hold it against you at all.”

“I need a break from dating anyway and could use some stress-free fun for a while,” Erin said. Jenny and Brit both nodded as well.

“So we’re all in agreement that we will continue exploring things with Andy. He is welcome to continue exploring … ‘other’ opportunities as well and can cut things off whenever he pleases without hard feelings? And the four of us can agree not to fight over him or compete for him?”

“Agreed,” all four of the rest of us said in unison.

“Bet that’s going to be a bit hard for you, though, Sav. You’re the most competitive person I know,” Erin said a little warily.

“I’ll keep it in check. This is too important,” Savannah replied sagaciously.

“Great. We’re all one big happy family. So who gets to fuck him first?” Brit asked crassly.

“Jeeeeeeesus, Brit,” Jenny said as she put her palm to her forehead.

“Well I wouldn’t have phrased it that way, but I, too, am wondering how we plan to proceed from here,” Erin said.

“Maybe we just leave it up to Andy,” Savannah said plainly. “What do you want?” she asked me.

Talking about this was getting me excited. Were these four gorgeous women really saying that they all wanted to fuck me? My cock was growing hard as I imagined the kinds of shenanigans we would be getting into. “Hmmm good question. I like to be fair, and if I really put my cards out on the table, I think all four of you are sexy as fuck. I really want to be intimate with each of you, but I think I would like to do that on a more one-on-one basis before we do more group stuff. So maybe on away game trips I rotate who I room with and from time to time I can spend time with you all during the week. And then I can let you know when I’m ready to do more group stuff down the road a bit? Would that work for you all?”

“Sounds fucking amazing to me!” Brit said excitedly as the others smiled and nodded as well.

“I don’t want the pressure of choosing whom I room with next though. Can we do it randomly?”

Savannah replied, “Sure! I’ll use a random generator and I’ll let you know on Friday who you’re sleeping … err … rooming with when we head to South Bend this weekend.”

“Deal!” we said in accord.

“Lovely. Then, Andy, I’ll see you tomorrow morning in the weight room. I have a pilates class to get to and game tape to review. See the rest of you tomorrow afternoon,” Savannah said, reaching for her things with finality.

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 6.1: Coaches Dinner pt 1

Surprise showed on Jenny’s face as she wordlessly let her arm fall closer to me. I grabbed her wrist tenderly and took her wet fingers in my mouth. “Mhhmmmmm,” she moaned as I gently sucked on her. Her pussy juice tasted quite nice. A nice musk and a little tang.

I slowly extracted her hand from my mouth and returned it to her.

“Wow,” Jenny said softly. “Well I think I might be even wetter now,” she joked.

“I think it’s still your turn technically,” I said to her.

“Oh… Yes,” she replied as if breaking out of a trance. “Sav, truth or dare?”

“I guess I gotta go dare.”

“If he’s agreeable, I dare you to sit on Andy’s lap and make out with him for sixty seconds.”

Savannah just stared at me with a flat expression. I could see her wheels turning as she considered the implications of all of this perhaps weighed against how long it had been since she had last been intimate. Then, a smile start to creep across her face as her eyes brightened and her cheeks dimpled.

“What do you think, Andy? Are you ‘agreeable?’” she asked with a slight mocking tone.

“Very agreeable,” I answered with the same inflection.

Savannah left her perch on the other side of Jenny and seemed unsure how to mount me. After a moment of vacillation, she dropped one knee on each side of my thighs and lowered herself down.

“That cock is really in the way,” she observed with a tipsy giggle as she pinned it up against my waist between us.

I wrapped my arms around her as I watched her bring her mouth close to mine. I had already seen how muscular she was, but as my hands gripped her back, she felt like she was chiseled from marble. She had the body of a true gym rat.

Suddenly, her lips touched mine and an electric shock when through me. Just as firm as her muscles were, her lips were equally soft. I could taste the margarita and the pomegranate lip balm that I noticed she always kept with her.

Nervously, I decided to explore further as I ran my tongue along those lovely lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue met mine. Suddenly, her animalistic side began to come out. Her tongue explored my mouth aggressively as I could feel her hips rocking against me, her clit surely lined up with my erect member.

“Time!” Jenny called out. That fucking cock-blocker. Just kidding.

Savannah took a second longer to savor my mouth before pulling herself away. “Mhmmm. You taste good,” she said seductively as she lifted herself off of my lap.

“So do you,” I replied.

After getting back to her seat, Savannah took another sip of her drink and then said, “Erin, truth or dare?”

“Make her tell us what she did with Andy in Florida!” Brit begged.

“Dare!” Erin said as she stuck her tongue out at Brit and blew a raspberry.

Savannah paused as she thought about what she was going to suggest. “I dare you to stroke Andy’s cock with his shorts on for two minutes.”

“Alright! Now we’re moving in the right direction!” Brit cheered.

Where she had been a bit nervous when she got up for the lap dance, Erin was now full of confidence. She took a long drink and self-assuredly strutted over to me before plopping down on the floor in front of me.

“Hi,” she said with a naughty smile as she looked up at me from her knees.

“Hello,” I replied, mirroring her expression.

She put both hands on the top of my thighs and slowly slid her fingertips up the outsides of my shorts until she reached their apex. She carefully grabbed the base of my shaft through my shorts with one hand and then stacked the other on top, her bright nail polish gleaming.

“It’s feels even thicker than it looks,” she said excitedly.

“Eeee,” Brit squealed.

Keeping her one hand at the base, she began sliding her other up my shaft until she reached the tip. She gave me several more pumps then paused.

“Hmmm. You just said I had to stroke him while his shorts were on, right?”

“Yep. That’s it,” Savannah said.

With that, Erin released me from her grip and brought her hands down to my knees, which had been exposed due to the tenting fabric. She again moved her hands up my thighs, but this time she slid them underneath the hemline of the lacrosse shorts.

As Savannah noticed what she was doing, she teased, “Oh you’re so naughty!”

I felt her fingertips creep up the inside of my shorts and then suddenly inside my boxers. Her left hand latched onto my balls as the right hand found my shaft and resumed stroking. “That feels really good,” I said, looking down into her green eyes that stared back at me.

The sensation of her hand along with the excitement of the moment brought me increasingly closer to coming, but I did not want to yet.

“Time!” Savannah called out.

Erin took her time finishing up as she gave me a few more pumps before carefully extracting her hands from my shorts.

“You girls are going to want to get your hands on this things,” she purred as she got up. Then she asked, “Truth or dare, Brit?”

“Dare!” Brit called immediately.

“I dare you to stuff three tacos in your mouth,” Erin said calmly.

“Fuck youuu!” Brit yelled as the rest of us roared in laughter.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you. I dare you to choose a song and strip tease for us until it’s over.”

“You want me to get completely naked?” she asked. I couldn’t tell if this was asked in nervousness or excitement.

“I’ll let you decide,” Erin said judiciously.

Brit dove into her phone and chose a rap song that I didn’t know. As the beat started she got up and immediately started gyrating in the middle of the room, playing to each of us around the u-shaped couch in turn.

She grabbed the hem of her shirt and began teasing us by lifting it up little by little. She had a sports bra on underneath that still covered a lot of skin, so there wasn’t too much that she was showing off even once she had ripped the shirt off and started waving it around in the air above her head. Brit had the largest breasts of the group of women by far, and even in a sports bra, they looked unwieldy.

She tossed her shirt to me and began massaging her tits seductively from outside the bra before gliding her hands along her tight tummy until they reached the top of her yellow yoga shorts. These shorts already left little to the imagination as they seemed to be working overtime to contain her voluminous ass, but as she pulled on the waistband to dance along with it, it only further pronounced her assets. Turning away from us, she began peeling them over her cheeks to expose a white athletic thong underneath. As the waistband reached the bottom of her glutes, she looked back at me and gave her bare cheek a hard slap, leaving behind a red mark.

“Get it, girl!” Savannah cheered with a wolf whistle.

In time with the beat, Brit bent over at the hips and dropped her head to the floor as she finished peeling off the rest of her tight shorts. Her thong disappeared completely between her cheeks and I would have only known she wore it by the waistband sticking out of the top.

When she stood back up, she kicked them over to me, hitting me in the face. I couldn’t help but notice a lovely scent coming off of them as they fell into my lap.

As I re-gained my eyesight, her hands were back on her boobs as she toyed with the bottom of her bra.

“You wanna see ‘em?” she asked with a flirtatious eyebrow raised.

“Fuck yes I do,” I replied breathlessly.

She slowly lifted the bottom of the bra, gently lifting her tits with it, until gravity finally took over. Her heavy tits dropped and bounced as she fully removed her bra, did a spin and then tossed it to me. I seemed to have become her hamper, which I was okay with.

“Oww oww,” Erin cheered in support.

Magnificent was really the only way to describe her boobs, especially as they bounced and jumped around with Brit’s every move. The large areolas lead to erect pierced nipples that I had to imagine had been hard for quite some time this evening. She shimmied her shoulders to make them dance even more as she reached down for her thong...

But unfortunately, the song ended far too quickly and Brit kept it on. I thought she might reach to put the rest of her clothes back on, but she just sat glow gleeful and proud of the show she put on. The four of us clapped in appreciation.

“That got me hot,” Brit said as she shivered. “I’m glad my clothes are already off.”

“Well you never miss an opportunity to undress anyway,” Jenny said with a laugh.

“Andy, back to you. Truth or dare?” Brit asked smugly.

Although I had the option of Truth back on the table, I decided to be brave: “Dare!”

“Fuck yes. I thought you were going to chicken out,” she replied. “I dare you … to stick her hand in Jenny’s shorts, play with her for two minutes, and then lick your fingers clean.”

Jenny’s exclamation was immediate: “Really, Brit! Shouldn’t I have a say in this?!”

“Are you really telling all of us that you’re not interested?”

“Well…I’m not saying that….” Then with a sigh of capitulation, “I won’t deny it. I’m already so wet at the thought.” A smile spread across her face as she accepted her fate.

I slid over next to Jenny on the couch and put my left arm around her and my right hand on her stomach. She was perhaps not as tight as the other three, but still had a firm belly that I could feel beneath her athletic shirt. My fingertips found the waistband of her pink running shorts and I slid in.

I was surprised to find that she did not have any underwear on, but just the liner of the shorts. I felt longer pubic hair than I was perhaps used to, but I could tell that it was well-manicured.

Soon enough, I found her pussy. My god it was soaked. I peeked down and realized that the textured fabric of her shorts had been masking a giant wet spot at her crotch. I tenderly explored her vulva with my fingers as I felt large inner lips emerging from between what I believed to be shaved outer lips.

I slipped a finger inside her vagina as she moaned softly in my ear. “That feels good,” she whispered. This trip inside was primarily just to wet my digit as I pulled back out and traversed her slit up to her clitoris. It was on fire and throbbing. I lightly encircled it with my finger.

“Mhmmm. Yesss,” she began to whine. Very gradually, I increased my speed and pressure around her clit, slipping back in to her vagina every so often. “Ooohhhhhh,” she began to moan.

“Time!” Brit called out as her phone went off. Feeling like it would be unkind to stop abruptly, I slowly reduced my pace until I slid my hand out of Jenny’s shorts.

“Don’t forget the second part!” Brit reminded me.

Without responding, I plunged my fingers into my mouth to enjoy Jenny’s taste for a second time tonight. The second helping was just as good as the first.

“Oh, that felt good,” Jenny said. “But I think just a minute longer and you would have had me,” she added, smiling wide.

“He looks like he might even know what he’s doing down there,” Savannah commented.

“He does indeed,” Jenny replied in confident confirmation.

“Your turn, Andy!” Brit said.

“First, I think I need a refill. Anyone else?”

“I’m thinking we get another round of margs AND we do shots! Who’s game?!” Savannah asked.

“Have you turned into Brit? Who are you?” Erin asked incredulously. “Actually, I don’t care. Hell yeah I’m in!”

Everyone agreed and soon we were dropping shots of tequila on a Tuesday night and chasing them with margaritas. What a weird life.

As we settled back on the couch, I tried to decide if I wanted to go through with my next idea for a dare. It could be taking things too far…

*******

“Sav, truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

“I am making an assumption here. But I dare you to go get one of your sex toys and use it on yourself until you come.”

“Wow. Somebody’s getting confident,” she replied with a sly smile.

The other women watched her as she got up, almost as if they were in disbelief about what she was about to do.

She gracefully disappeared down a hallway for a minute before re-emerging with her hands hidden behind her back.

“Whatcha got?” Erin asked eagerly.

“Oh, nothing,” Savannah said as she moved back to her spot. “Just this!”

She whipped out a small bullet vibrator as all the women gasped in excitement.

“Hell yeah!” Brit yelped.

“That’s one of my favorites. I have two actually,” Jenny purred with a knowing smile.

“Hmmm, you know, it’s going to be tough to use this with my shorts on though. Andy, could I get some help?” She stood up and held her hands open besides her hips, welcoming me to her.

“Yes, coach,” I said submissively. I crawled over to her on my hands and knees across the lush cream-colored carpet until my face was parked right in front of her crotch. She was wearing high-waisted yoga shorts similar to the ones that Brit previously had on, but in maroon. I was looking forward to seeing what she had on underneath.

“Go ahead,” she said authoritatively.

“Yes, coach,” I answered as I reached up for her waistband. With a deep breath, I began to lower her shorts. As I peeled them down her hips, I watched her cut ab lines run down into the waistband of a tiny pink athletic thong. It was intoxicating to be this close to her; even her scent was incredible. I felt her muscular ass jiggle a little bit as I slid the shorts over her cheeks.

“Very sexy,” I said, looking up at her as the shorts began to glide more easily now.

“That will do. Back to your spot,” she said dismissively as she waved me away.

She sat back down on the couch and spread her legs, turning on the vibrator which gave off a little hum. We all could see clearly that her panties were absolutely soaked through.

Savannah brought the vibrator down to her pussy and touched it to her clit through her underwear. “Ohhhh yes. This is going to be quick,” she moaned.

Looking around at the rest of us and smirking, she added, “Feel free to join me in the fun.”

I couldn’t help but immediately start stroking myself through my shorts as the other three women’s hands dove into their lower garments.

In between moans and whimpers, Savannah asked, “Jenny, truth or dare?”

“Dare. Please,” Jenny begged.

“I dare you to … ohhhhh yes, that feels so good … to strip down Andy and suck his cock.”

The women’s moans all grew louder as Jenny simply said, “Thank you.”

Jenny and I both stood up immediately and moved to the center. She wasted no time in pulling off my shirt and tossed it aside.

“Damn! The top half is impressive, too!” Brit called out.

“No kidding!” Jenny said excitedly. Before my injury, I had been working out quite aggressively over the last year and even an objective onlooker would say that I looked pretty cut. It felt good for my hard work to be admired.

Jenny dropped to her knees in front of me and yanked down my shorts without any ceremony.

“Holy fuck! Is that a dick or a pringles can?!” Brit hollered.

“Oh my lord! It’s even bigger than I had pictured!” Jenny said, licking her lips.

Through the hum of her vibrator, I heard Savannah quietly say to herself, “Wow. I bet that things would feel amazing.”

Wasting no time, Jenny took me in her mouth. She clearly had quite a bit of experience as she started doing things to me with her tongue and lips that I had never felt before. I knew she’d have me soon, especially with the stimulation of the other three women also pleasuring themselves quite loudly.

She progressively got more and more of my shaft into her until she nearly had it all. “Fuuuuck that feels good,” I groaned.

Suddenly, Savannah’s moans turned into ear splitting screeches of pleasure. Her back arched as she threw her head back over the couch cushions behind her, the vibrator remaining attached to her clit.

“Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUCKKKKKKK!” she wailed as her orgasm overcame her and she began writhing at the effect of her own hand.

This seemed to trigger a sort of chain reaction as Erin and Brit both also started orgasm with their own vocalizations and gyrations.

This was all too much for me. “Where do you want me to come? I’m close!” I asked Jenny.

Without missing a beat, she reached for the bottom of her shirt and bra, lifted them over her head, and urgently said, “My tits! Come on my tits!” as she returned her hands to my cock and continued pumping me.

It only took another couple of strokes until my orgasm overcame me like a sonic blast. Jets of hot cum blasted from my cock and began painting Jenny’s chest white. Spurt after spurt erupted from my tip as her eyes grew wide with surprise at the volume of viscous liquid I was spraying onto her.

“That’s a lot of fucking cum!” Brit observed now that her orgasm had begun to subside.

“Good god. Seriously, is that normal?” Savannah asked in bemused confusion.

As my own climax began to ebb and my release reduced to a negligible dribble, I regained the ability to speak as I said, “For me it is. I always come a lot.”

“Wow,” Erin said in disbelief.

Everyone took a moment to catch our breath as the highs from our orgasms started to come back down to earth. I looked around at the four women in disbelief at the collective erotic experience we had just shared.

“That was intense,” Jenny said finally. “I think I better go clean myself up.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Savannah replied as she seemed to come to her senses a bit more. “Do you want to shower, Jenny?”

“I think I’ll just go to the bathroom and wet down a towel to use. Although a snow shovel might be a more appropriate instrument considering the volume.”

“I think we probably all should get cleaned up. As much fun as this has been, we should be sharp for tomorrow’s game. Let me go grab a couple of towels from the bathroom before you get in there Jenny and we can all get our clothes back on.” As she said this last part, she gave me a side glance and grinned.

Soon enough, we had all dressed ourselves and were starting to say goodbyes.

“This has been really fun, Sav. Thanks for having us over,” I said as I gathered my things.

“Yeah, we have GOT to do this again,” Brit agreed.

“I definitely didn’t imagine things going this way tonight, but I have to agree that this wonderful. And I really needed it,” Savannah said earnestly.

“And now we know that Andy has a monster cock!” Jenny said excitedly. I did feel bad that she was the only who had missed out on an orgasm, but she didn’t seem upset about it.

“Don’t think that you’re going to be keeping that to yourself again in the future, Jenny,” Erin teased as she eyed me.

“We’re all going to need a turn eventually. I’m just surprised that the rest of the team isn’t fucking your brains out yet!” Brit said.

“Ooookay then,” Savannah said with finality, apparently feeling like Brit’s comment might have been a little much. “I think with that it’s time for you all to get out my house,” she announced semi-seriously.

“Okayyyyy. Good night, Sav. We’ve got Northwestern tomorrow, so don’t keep yourself up too late thinking about Andy’s dick,” Erin joked back as Savannah rolled her eyes and closed the door behind us.

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 5: Drunk Desires

“Hey, do you have class after practice tonight?”

I read the text message from Savannah and wondered what this question was about.

“Nope. Was just going to hit the library. A few assignments due later this week,” I replied. Whatever she might have in mind, the homework could wait, regardless of whether it was personal or team related. Plus, we had a game tomorrow afternoon so that meant I didn’t have to wake up early for weight training.

“Why?” I asked in a new message.

“It’s been a while, but I used to host coaches dinners a few times per season. I wanted to see if you and the others wanted to come over.”

Then, she added, “I’m making tacos :)”

“I’m in! What can I bring?”

“Just yourself :) See you at practice”

*******
As practice started to wind down later that evening, I had to admit I was pretty excited. It was one thing for us all to spend time together while traveling for the team, but it felt like another to be invited to one of their private homes completely voluntarily.

“You guys ready to roll? I laid out everything before I left so we’ll just need to heat up the meat when we get to my place.” Savannah asked the four of us as the team marched off to the locker room after practice.

“Let’s do it! I can drive Brit and Erin if you want to take Andy,” Jenny volunteered. Somehow I hadn’t even considered asking where Savannah lived or how I would get there and back.

“Yep. Andy, follow me,” Savannah agreed.

As we got to the parking lot I realized that we were headed for a sporty Mercedes. “Wow, Sav, nice car,” I complimented.

“Thanks,” she said flashing a grin.

We talked about the day’s practice as we made our way into Brookline and pulled up on a house that seemed much too large for a single woman.

“You live here??” I asked incredulously, although I immediately worried that the question could come off as offensive.

But she didn’t take it that way. “Yeah, my ex-husband made pretty good money and I don’t do too bad myself. Unfortunately, his high-paying job came with a slutty colleague as well. So I got the house.” It was said with a certain degree of finality that did not invite any further questions.

Her home was as gorgeous inside as it was out. Everything was immaculately decorated and in its proper place. I’d expected nothing less from one of the most Type-A people I’d ever known. The large living space was nice and open so the kitchen, dining area, and relaxing areas were all continuous. I still couldn’t believe how gigantic everything was.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw the spread that she had prepared including all the fixings. “Want help cooking the meat?” I asked, trying to be helpful.

“Sure! Get that pan over there heating on the stove and I’ll grab the meat and taco seasoning. Want a margarita while you work?”

“Definitely!” I replied, heading for the stove.

“Cheers!” she said as she handed me a glass and raised her own. We both took big gulps as the front door opened and in came the other three coaches.

“Getting started without us?? You two are naughty!” Brit said as she grabbed herself a glass. The other two grabbed their own as I started mixing up the beef and seasoning in the large pan.

“You know I love a man that can handle his meat in the kitchen,” Erin said coyly as the four of them sat down on barstools at the island facing me.

The chatter bounced from topic to topic as the alcohol flowed. Soon enough, it was done and ready to eat.

“Bon appetit!” Savannah announced after we had all loaded up our plates and sat down. “It’s nice to actually use this big old dining table. Usually it’s just me alone here eating on the couch watching film.”

“Glad to help!” Jenny said as she stuffed herself with tacos.

We each got our fill as we continued to drink down the margaritas that Savannah had prepared. Both the food and drink were delicious.

“I think we should play a game,” Brit said excitedly as we moved over to the huge sectional couch in a post-dinner stupor.

“Shouldn’t that be up to Sav? She is our host,” Jenny said, trying to keep Brit in check.

“Well is she opposed?” Brit asked sharply.

“Not at all. I was actually going to suggest the same thing,” Savannah replied.

“Great! I was thinking we should play truth, dare, or drink,” Brit suggested.

“Oh lord. This sounds dangerous,” Erin said.

“You know, it must have been 15 years since the last time I played truth or dare. Sounds like fun,” Jenny said.

“You know I’m in!” I said enthusiastically. “Sav?” I asked, looking over at her.

“Ugh. Fine, it’s probably a bad idea, but I’m in.” Her facade of exasperation was betrayed by the smile that widened on her beautiful face.

Her excitement palpable at this point, Brit jumped into her explanation: “Ok. Ground rules are that if you don’t answer fully truthfully or fail to complete the dare, you have to take a big gulp of your drink. No dares that go outside this house. No dares to happen at a later time; everything must be completed immediately. After you finish your turn, you choose who goes next. Oh, and you can only do two truths in a row. The third must be a dare. Any other ground rules?”

“Well…” Savannah started to say hesitantly, perhaps worried that things would get out of hand. But then must have thought better of it as she finished, “nope.”

Everyone else shook their heads in agreement.

“Great! I’ll go first,” Brit said. “Andy, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I replied.

“This oughta be good,” Erin said.

“How many of our players have seen your cock?” Brit asked with a raise of her eyebrows.

“Brit! You can’t ask that!” Savannah said.

“What? He can drink if he doesn’t want to answer,” she said plainly.

I thought back to Callie seeing up my shorts and then the tip when we were on the plane. And of course, Erin saw it the other night, but she’s not a player. Speaking of which, I was surprised that none of the others had teased me about that; perhaps she hadn’t told them.

“Just one,” I said honestly.

“Seriously?! Wow, I’ve been letting you down! I suck as a wing-woman,” Brit replied.

I looked at the other women for a reaction, but their faces only gave away mild surprise. Maybe they, too, had imagined I had been using my position to my advantage.

“Who’s it going to be, Andy?” Jenny asked. I had forgotten that I was in charge of the next one.

“Alright, Jenny, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” she replied.

“Hmmm. Ok, how old was the youngest person you slept with in the last five years?”

Jenny immediately started to turn red. “28,” she answered quietly.

“That’s not true!” Erin shouted as the others similarly chastised her. “You have to drink!”

“Fine, fine, fine,” she said before taking down a big chug of margarita. I was left wondering what the real answer might be.

“Erin, truth or dare?”

“Oh what the hell, I’ll be brave. Dare!”

“I dare you … to give our friend Andy a sixty second lap dance!” She said with a wide grin. “That is, if he’s okay with it.”

“Oh that’s a good one,” Savannah commented as Erin started to get up, looking a little nervous.

“Put on some music, Sav,” Erin requested. Savannah started up a nice 90s R&B song as Erin approached me.

She started with her front towards me and slowly began squatting down as she ran her hands down my neck, the front of my chest, my abs, and then the outside of my hips and thighs, purposefully avoiding my crotch where my cock was quickly growing. She then popped back and turned around, bent at the hips so that her ass was at my eye level, and began shaking it in time with the music. I had to admit that she had some skills. Wearing loose and small athletic shorts, I could almost see what was underneath, but not quite. Every few seconds, she would bring her butt closer and closer to me until she was hovering just over my cock. My lacrosse shorts were nearly fully tented as she lowered herself enough for her ass to brush across my tip.

“Oh!” she yipped in surprise as she felt it poking her. Just then, the music stopped—her sixty seconds were up.

The other three women clapped for her as she stood back up straight and strutted back to her seat.

“Wow I think he liked that!” Jenny exclaimed as she saw what Erin was leaving behind. For once, I was glad to be wearing loose-fitting shorts.

“No kidding!” Brit called out.

Savannah just gave a low whistle of appreciation.

“My turn to ask next,” Erin said once she had settled down and taken a big drink of her margarita. “Savannah, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“When was the last time you got fucked?”

Her mouth fell open aghast initially. I thought she was just going to reach for her margarita to take the drink penalty instead of answering at all.

Instead, she took a second to compose herself and calmly said, “It’s been two years and three months.”

“HOLY SHIT!” Brit bellowed. “I can’t even remember the last time I went two weeks, let alone more than two years!”

“Far too long,” Erin said supportively.

Jenny, who was sitting next to Savannah on the sofa, sweetly reached up and rubbed her arm empathetically. Though I did not have as active a sex life as Brit, I also struggled to imagine going quite that long without intimacy. Her marriage must have been difficult.

Savannah took a long drink to finish her margarita and seemed to intentionally put on a happier face as she asked, “Who needs a refill?” All of us downed what was left of our drinks in solidarity and got up to get more with her.

Once returned to the couch, Savannah had perked back up. She said. “Ok! My turn! Andy, truth or dare?”

“You’re skipping me?!” Brit ejaculated in outrage.

“Truth,” I answered.

“What’s the oldest woman you’ve ever fucked?”

“I’m not sure of her exact age, by I think she was about 45 or so the last time we had sex.”

“Really!?” Jenny excitedly exclaimed, looking me over with even more interest. “Who?” she asked softly.

“Only one secret at a time,” I tutted. Turning my attention, I went on, “Alright, Brit, I guess we should let you go. Truth or dare?”

“Dare! Please!”

“I dare you to go make two more tacos and stuff them both in your mouth at the same time,” I ordered.

“God, that is such a college boy dare,” Brit said downcast, seemingly hoping for something more exciting. “Fine.”

She went back into the kitchen and made herself a plate and came back to the sofa, moping about her instructions.

“Here I go,” she said as she rolled her eyes and pushed them into her mouth.

“We all know that’s not the first time you tasted two tacos at once,” Erin teased. Everyone burst out laughing and I was sure that Brit was going to start spewing ground beef and salsa all over Savannah’s lovely furniture. Fortunately, she kept it down as tears ran down her cheeks from trying to hold in the laughter. Afters she swallowed, she admitted, “That was a good one, Erin. I almost lost it there.”

“Erin, back to you. Truth or dare?” Brit asked.

“I’ll take truth this time.”

“Did anything happen between you and Andy in Florida after we got back?”

She took a moment to think, then replied, “Yes.”

The others waited with big eyes and their mouths open for her to say more, but she just wiggled her eyebrows and took a sip of her drink.

“I knew it!” Brit shouted. “What fucking happened?”

“You’ll have to wait for my next turn,” she answered coyly.

“You’re so annoying sometimes,” Brit huffed. “Take your next turn.”

“Savannah, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Ever since seeing his bulge in the weight room, how often do you think about it?” Erin asked with a sly grin.

“Not at all,” Savannah said with a big smile. Then she picked up her drink and took a massive gulp to go along with her lie, nearly emptying half the glass and making all of us crack up laughing.

“You dirty dog,” Jenny said, giving her a slap on the shoulder. “But I can’t say I blame you.”

“Jenny, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Alright, when was the last time you masturbated?”

Quickly and matter-of-factly, she answered, “This morning, of course, just like every morning. It’s part of a healthy routine.”

“Andy, truth or dare?”

“I think the rules say I have to pick dare.”

“Oh yeah, true. Savannah, do you have a tape measure.”

“Yeah, it’s in the drawer next to the stove, why?” Savannah replied.

“Andy, I dare you to go get that tape measure and go find out how long and how thick your cock is. I gotta know.”

“OOOoooooohhhh,” all three of the other ladies howled.

“The bathroom is down the hall,” Savannah said pointing.

“Unless you want to do it out here!” Brit suggested giddily.

“Uh, I think I’ll go to the bathroom.” I was so beyond turned on hearing these women excitedly talk about my cock. I couldn’t imagine being any harder than I was right now.

I grabbed the flexible tape measure from the drawer and took it to the bathroom. I hadn’t measured in a couple years and I was excited to see that I had grown a little.

I proudly walked back out to the main living area, my cock aggressively bouncing around inside my shorts, and announced, “One tick under eight inches long. Five and three quarter inches around.”

“Ho. Lee. Shit,” Brit said as her mouth hung open.

“Those are quite impressive stats,” Jenny said. I could see her face reddening with heat as she thought about my report.

I couldn’t help but smile wide as all four of the women stared dumbly at the tent in my lap.

“Ahem,” I began. They all blinked a couple times before looking back at my face. “Brit, truth or dare?”

Her face twisted. “You’re just gonna do another stupid dare. I choose truth.”

“What’s your favorite sex position?”

“Oh that’s easy. I love it from behind in doggy. It just hits different.”

The rest of the women nodded along in moderate agreement.

“Jenny, truth or dare?” Brit asked.

“I’m out of truths for now. Dare.”

“Hell yeah. Let’s turn things up a notch. I dare you to stick your fingers in your shorts and show us how wet you are.”

“What makes you think—” she started to protest, but then gave up. She leaned back and slid her hands beneath her pink Nike running shorts. Her breathe shortened for a minute as she touched herself. Then she pulled back out and held up three fingers to show us. They were absolutely drenched.

“Andy, dare you to taste ‘em,” Brit said in jest.

She may have been joking, but I wanted it. I slid over to Jenny and said, “Can I?”

Chapter 6.2: The Coaches Dinner pt 2

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 4: A Mile High

Over two weeks since my injury, my team’s physical training staff said that while my ankle was healing, it was doing so more slowly than they would have liked. They increased my physical therapy sessions in hopes that it would speed things up, but they started to worry that I might not be back playing with the men’s team until the second half of the season. It was a major blow to my aspirations as a player. I tried to see the silver lining though—I would get to continue helping with the women’s team, which I was greatly enjoying.

After our recent travels, I tried to avoid hanging around the team too much, though several players had suggested that I should come “have some fun” with them there before or after practice. Word on the women’s team traveled fast, and it seemed that most everyone knew about the plane-ride handjob with Callie. The only person whose attitude toward me hadn’t changed was Coach Sav; either she wasn’t in on the team gossip or was simply ignoring it. My guess was the latter.

As practice finished on Friday afternoon, she walked towards me.

I began, “I’m feeling good about tomorrow. I think Florida should be no problem for us as long as we stay focused.”

“I agree, we’re well-prepared and they don’t have the firepower to match us if we can stay disciplined on defense. Looking forward to the trip?” she asked.

“Very much. This winter just won’t seem to give it up. I can’t wait for the warmth.” I had been checking the forecast multiple times a day. While Boston hovered in the low 30s still, Tallahassee would be a balmy 79.

“Yeah, I think all of us could use the break. Speaking of our trip, I know last week we shared a room. But Coach Erin asked if you wanted to share a room with her this weekend.” Anticipating my next question, she said, “Jenny and I would share instead and Brit usually just shares with one of the players, or falls asleep drunk somewhere,” she added with an eye roll.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me. Did she say why?”

“Not a clue. You’ll have to ask her yourself. See you tomorrow.” As was her style, she abruptly ended the conversation and walked away from me. She was a busy woman.

*******

On the flight down to Florida, I actually had some homework to do, so I didn’t mind that I was stuffed in a row with two random strangers. They let me work on the paper I had due on Tuesday without trying to talk to me. I was glad to finish it and know that I wouldn’t have anything else to catch up on when I got back to Boston.

When we arrived at Florida State University, I was struck by just how massive the school was. We had traveled to play there my freshman year, but I had forgotten just how much bigger the university was than our own. As we walked towards the player facilities and field, Erin sidled up next to me and said, “Sav said we’re sharing a room tonight?”

“Oh yeah, she let me know that you wanted to swap me in for Jenny. But I honestly wondered if Sav was just trying to get rid of me,” I replied with a smile.

Erin chuckled at this. “No, I suggested it. I just thought it might be a little more … fun for all of us,” she said with a wink. “I hope you brought something you can go out in tonight!”

As soon as she said that, one of the members of team got her attention to ask about one of the intricacies of a play that we were putting into the game this week. I was left curious about what sort of fun she might have been imagining for us.

Apparently they didn’t have a meeting room for us in the athletic center, so I was forced to join the team in the locker room. I did my best to glue my eyes to the wall in order to keep it professional and avoid ogling the players.

Seeing my apparent discomfort, Brit teased, “You good, Andy? You look like you’re about to pop a blood vessel.”

“Oh, yeah. It’s chill. No big deal,” I answered with attempted nonchalance.

“Oh really? Then why does it look like a snake might have slithered into the locker room,” Erin taunted as she glanced down at my crotch where my bulge was growing against my will. The other three looked down with her and I heard Jenny gasp quietly.

“You’re a fuckin’ horn dog,” Brit mocked crassly.

“Takes one to know one. And if the roles were reversed, I’m sure you’d be responding the same,” I teased back, deciding that it was pointless to get embarrassed now.

“No, I most certainly would not be getting a boner in the men’s locker room,” Brit sassily snapped with a smug eyebrow raise.

“Alright, alright. It’s time to get started,” Savannah said with a chuckle. “Andy, take some deep breaths or something. I don’t want the girls getting distracted,” she teased before walking to the center of the locker room and calling the team to attention.

I was grateful for something else to focus on and eventually the tent in my khakis slowly deconstructed. As she finished and sent the team out to the field, Erin whispered in my ear, “You know, I’m hoping I’ll get to see a little more of that reptile in your pants tonight.” She casually joined the players as I felt my cock twitch in my pants again.

*******

As I had predicted, we won the game with ease, beating them by a cool seven goals. I had not been there when the team lost the first game of the season against UMass, but they had won every game since, and that one had been an exhibition game anyway.

Gratefully, I was able to sit with the coaches in the locker room with my back towards the team and this time they didn’t give me any flack for it.

“What should we do tonight after team dinner?” Brit asked the four of us, always the first one to bring up opportunities for fun.

Surprising everyone, Savannah was the first one to respond. “Think we can find somewhere to go dancing? I had a lot of fun last weekend.”

“I’m sure we can!” Brit replied enthusiastically. We were all excited that Savannah seemed so interested in joining us after last weekend. Maybe she really was turning over a new leaf.

“Let’s do it!” Erin said as Jenny and I nodded along eagerly. “Meet in our room to get ready?”

“Perfect,” Savannah replied.

*******

After finishing dinner and making sure that the players were all settled, Erin and I headed for our room as the other three went to stop by theirs before joining us.

As we walked in and put our stuff down on the beds, she turned towards me and asked, “You ready to have some fun tonight?”

“Hell yeah! I love hanging out with you four!”

“Hmmm. The kind of fun I had in mind is a little more … exciting,” she said, pulling her shirt up over her head. She was still wearing her sports bra, but I enjoyed getting to see her taut tummy nonetheless.

“You like what you see?” she asked.

“I’d love to see more,” I replied, trying my luck.

“Bold, aren’t we?” she retorted with an eye brow raise as she unexpectedly slid off her shorts to reveal a pair of sage green bikini cut cotton panties. “Your turn,” she smirked. Excited to join her, I quickly pulled off my shirt.

“And the pants,” she directed. I unzipped and let my pants fall to the floor, my hardening dick grateful to be released from its confines as my boxers began to tent aggressively. A wide smile crept over her face.

I thought she was going to stop there and put on a dress or go into the bathroom to finish getting ready, but instead she reached up to grab the hem of her bra and slow lifted up. Out popped two cute tits with cherry nipples on ivory skin. Her boobs were not big, but they suited her lithe body perfectly.

“Wow,” I said quietly. My cock was fully erect at this point, my boxers flying like a proud flag.

While I was still appreciating her upper body, I suddenly realized she was reaching for the waistband of her underwear and peeled them down over her ass and down her long white legs.

“Oh my god,” I whispered in disbelief of what I was seeing. Her pussy had a tiny landing strip of that reddish blonde hair perched atop lean runner’s legs. She looked incredibly sexy.

“Dare to join me?” she asked mischievously.

“Fuck yes” I replied defiantly.

I yanked down my boxers, exposing my rigid member. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened as they glued themselves to my crotch.

“Like what you see?” I asked with a smirk, enjoying being able to throw back her earlier question.

“Uh-huh,” she uttered, nodding her head as if transfixed. “Holy shit. You’re fucking huge!” she said excitedly. “Sav wasn’t kidding.”

Just then, there was a knock at the door and we could hear Brit jabbering away on the other side. “Let us in!” she called.

Erin swiftly grabbed her bag and snuck into the bathroom. “Would you grab that?” she asked over her shoulder with a devilish smirk, leaving me standing naked in the middle of our hotel room staring at her naked ass disappearing behind the closing door.

They knocked again. “C’mon! We’ve got the alcohol! What’s taking so long?!”

“Uhhh. One second!” I called out, finally snapping into action. I scurried around to quickly grab my clothes for going out and threw them haphazardly on my body.

I opened the door to see Savannah, Brit, and Jenny standing in the hallway all looking gorgeous in skin-tight dresses.

“What took you so long?” Savannah asked as she led the parade into the room. “And where’s Erin?”

“She’s … uh … getting ready in the bathroom.”

“Huh. And why’s your face so red?” Savannah pressed on with a grin. She obviously had some suspicions.

“It’s just a little warm in here,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

“Andy?” I looked over at Jenny. “Your, um, shirt’s on backwards,” she said quietly, trying not to embarrass me. But it was to no avail as Brit and Savannah both started cackling.

“Well, whatever the fuck was going on in here when we arrived, I think we should do shots!” Brit said, holding up a bottle of rum and diverting our attention.

I quickly turned around and took my shirt off to flip it around when Erin emerged from the bathroom. She looked stunning in a scarlet dress that started to get my dick going again.

“Cheers!” Brit yelled, as she pushed a plastic shot glass into my hands. We all downed a couple shots before we were ready to hit the town…

*******
The five of us stumbled back into the hotel quite inebriated and rather sweaty from our night checking out a couple different bars. The women had all enjoyed grinding up on me all night and a couple of them had even started to get a bit handsy, touching my cock through my pants, particularly Erin. Ready for bed, we all said “Goodnight” and split towards our respective rooms.

As soon as the door closed behind Erin and I, she pushed me up against the wall and began aggressively making out with me. Her tongue swung wildly in my mouth while her hands ran up and down my body like she was a feral animal. My cock sprung back to life in my pants as it quickly began filling with blood.

“God, I’ve been waiting to this all night. Now let’s fuck,” she said as she clumsily grasped at the buttons on my untucked shirt.

“Erin, we’re drunk, we shouldn’t do this,” I protested in between sloppy kisses.

“Oh c’monnn,” she begged, still unable to get my buttons undone. “I’ve been thinking about that incredible cock for hours. I won’t be able to sleep until I’ve properly come.”

“Okay, how about this. Why don’t we both strip down—“

“I’m liking this already,” she said, interrupting me.

I continued anyway, “Both strip down and pleasure ourselves separately. If we still want to do more, I’m sure we’ll have another more sober opportunity in the future.”

“Finnnnnne,” she whined. “I guess you’re probably right. As long as I get to see that big hard dick again,” she said with excitement. “Pull! It! Out! Pull! It! Out!” she began chanting belligerently.

“Shhhhh! You’re going to wake up the neighbors!”

“Fuck ‘em! I want them to be jealous of what I’m getting over here!” she snapped back obstinately. Erin was normally the most responsible and self-aware of the group, so I knew she must be hammered if she was willing to be so ornery and uncaring.

“Ok! Ok!” I replied, trying to get her to quiet down. “I’ll take my clothes off,” I agreed.

“Dance for me, lover boy,” she slurred as she plopped herself down onto her bed and watched me.

I rolled my eyes, but started swaying my hips reluctantly anyway, afraid of the volume that would come out of her mouth if I didn’t.

“Sexyyyy,” she cooed unabashedly.

I again rolled my eyes as my shirt came off. “You have really nice muscles,” she said. “Nice and firm and defined. I bet you make for a nice solid base to ride on!”

Committed to finishing this out, I ignored her and reached for the button on my pants. “Yess. Let me see that big fucking dick again,” she pleaded.

I slid my pants down over my legs and dropped them on the floor. My cock was back at full attention, straining against the material of my boxers.

“Wait!” she suddenly said as she got up off the bed, though she was sort of tilting to one side. “Help me take off my dress. I want to touch myself.” She turned her back to me so I could undo her zipper. As I was doing so, she sneakily reached down and grabbed my cock through my boxers. “Are you sure you shouldn’t fuck me with this thing?” she asked lasciviously.

I had to admit that her hand felt good wrapped around my shaft, even through the fabric, and I dearly wanted to give in. But we were both beyond the point we could really consent, and I had to put my foot down, even though it killed me to do so.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I said with a projection of confidence as I stepped back.

She turned back towards me as she dropped her dress to the floor. It was at that moment that I learned she hadn’t been wearing anything underneath it all night. She held out her arms in displays as she grinned at me devilishly and asked, “You’re really going to say no to this?”

Somehow, she looked even more desireable now than she had earlier.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I groaned and swallowed hard. “Unfortunately, yes,” I said defeatedly.

“Hope you don’t regret it,” she teased as she fell back into bed and sat up against the headboard. She spread her legs wide and I got my first peek at her pussy. She had tiny inner lips that were vibrantly pink in color and wow did she look moist. The entire area glistened with her juices.

As I stood next to the edge of my bed, she seductively lowered her fingers to her slit and slid her middle finger inside of herself. “This could be your cock if you had wanted it,” she said enticingly as she began pumping it in and out of herself.

I had to admit that I wanted it more than anything. If only we weren’t so drunk.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get naked and join me?” she pushed as she added her index finger to her moist slit. I snapped out of my trance and realized I had just been stock-still with my hand wrapped around my boxer-covered cock.

I grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled down, my dick springing back up to parallel with the floor as soon as the garment dropped.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Erin yelled, again at risk of waking any neighbors. Her fingers slid out of her and began quickly working her clit as her breath quickened and her face grew redder. Her eyes remained attached to my crotch. “I want that thing in me so bad!”

Holding firm, I dropped back onto the bed and began slowly stroking myself. I already had generated plenty pre-cum to lube up my hand, but I didn’t want to come before her.

“It even makes your hand look small. I bet it would make mine look absolutely minuscule … if you let me touch it,” she teased, her sentences now accented by moans and gasping breaths.

I simply ignored her now, as I remained transfixed by her fingers around her clit. The scarlet nail polish becoming a blur of color as she worked faster and faster. I could tell she was getting close now as her moans grew in intensity and volume.

“Someday, you’re going to pound this pussy. Mark my words,” she hollered. “And by god it’s going to be some of the best sex either of us will have ever had.”

“Someday, I’m going to tear that pussy up,” I replied, joining the fun shit-talking.

“Oh really?” she retorted defiantly, clearly excited that I was getting into it with her.

“You’re going to be begging for me to stop because it feels too overwhelmingly good. I’m going to ruin every other cock for you and every other man will feel inadequate for the rest of your life…”

With this, she finally sent herself over the edge. “Goddddddddd!!!!” she screamed as came hard. She threw her head back into the pillows as her back arched and her legs started shaking violently, snapping closed around her hand. “Shitttttttt,” she moaned.

I continued stroking myself as I watched her writhing in blissful pleasure. I was getting close now, too, excited by seeing her make herself orgasm while thinking about and staring at my hard cock.

Eventually, she re-opened her eyes and sat back up as she returned her gaze to my throbbing member. “I want to see you come, Andy. Come for me! Come for me!” she ordered.

I felt my orgasm slowly building in my balls and rising up my shaft. I couldn’t help but start to moan knowing that I was right on the edge now.

“I’m gonna come!” I shouted.

“Come for me!” she called again, just as I hit my own climax. I began erupting all over my own stomach and chest as each spurt brought with it a wave of pleasure. My cock pulsed in my hand as it continued to unload rope after rope onto my abdomen. Even for me, this felt like a lot of cum.

“Holy shit!” she ejaculated. “That’s fucking hot!”

I dropped my head back onto the bed as I let my orgasm continue to wash over me until it started to ebb away and I realized just how sticky I was.

“Next time, I want to be the one covered in your cum,” she said with a greedy smile.

“That felt good,” I said with a sigh of relief. “I think I better go shower though.”

“Can I join you?” she asked excitedly, though still clearly drunkenly.

“No, I still don’t think that’s a good idea,” I replied sorrowfully as I slipped into the bathroom to wash.

*******

The alarm went off much earlier than I felt like it should. My head felt like it had been run over by a fleet of monster trucks and I was a bit surprised to realize that I was in bed naked.

Across the room, I saw Erin start to open her eyes in her bed. She had been asleep and under the covers by the time I emerged from my shower last night.

“Ughhhh. What the fuck happened last night?” she moaned as if in pain.

“I think we went a little too hard,” I replied.

“Holy shit! I’m naked!” she observed with alarm. “Did we…?” There was panic in her face.

“No. You really really wanted to, but I refused. We did each make ourselves come though, so that fun.”

“Wait, I do remember that. Oh god, that’s sooooo mortifying,” she said with a groan as her face grew red with embarrassment.

“No, no. It was really fucking hot. I had such a hard time turning you down. I wanted it, too,” I said. “Luckily, you promised me there would be other opportunities,” I added with a wink.

“Oh, did I?” she asked with a scoff. “We’ll have to see about that, but for now we gotta go. We have to be out at the bus in 30 minutes!”

With that, she wrapped the sheet around her, still apparently somewhat embarrassed by her state of undress, as she slid into the bathroom to shower. But just a moment later, her head popped back out. “Hey, Andy?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being a good guy,” she said with a genuine smile.

“Anytime,” I replied as she disappeared again and I started to gather my things for the return trip.

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Chapter 3: False Modesty

The blaring alarm woke up both Savannah and I after what felt like less than 20 minutes of actual sleep. I felt like absolute shit.

“Damn,” I heard her sigh as she reached over to turn it off. “Up and at ‘em. Let’s go,” she called over to me. “We’ve got to meet the bus in 20 minutes.”

I picked up my phone to assess the time and see if I had any notifications. Just one text, it was from Coach Brit 20 minutes ago. Last I saw her she was basically passed out drunk so I amazed that she would have been up before us. All it said was, “Sit next to Callie on the way home.”

I recalled the incident from a few days ago in the weight room when the Callie had gotten a view up my shorts as I spotted her on bench press. Not one of my finest moments. Now, I wondered what this text was about.

Wearing simple black sweatpants and a hoodie, I scooted out to the curb to wait for the bus with Savannah. Half of the team was already there including Brit and Erin. Brit looked surprisingly well despite the rough night previous, although Erin had definite bags under her eyes.

“Good morning. You see my text?” Brit asked slyly so that only I could hear.

“Yeah. What’s the deal?”

“I’m your wing woman, remember?” she replied with a wink.

Sure enough, as we boarded the bus and Savannah passed out boarding passes, I saw that I would be sitting next to Callie on the plane. And as we pushed away from the gate for takeoff, I learned that not only was I sitting next to her, but somehow we had our own row. I was in the window and she was in the middle seat.

“Feel free to spread out if you’d like,” the flight attendant said to Callie.

“I think I’m good here. Thanks, though!” she said cheerfully. Callie was a girl that could easily be described as a drop of sunshine: Tall, beach blond hair, and a constantly positive demeanor. On top of that, she was captain of the defense and a great leader. It was probably why she was so close to Brit, the assistant coach in charge of defense.

Also being a defender on the men’s team, we clicked naturally. We talked about yesterday’s game and what went wrong when the defense let Duke back in the game towards the end. There were a few switches that we had missed that left someone open with a clear shot at the goal, which was a sure recipe for disaster.

After reviewing the game, Callie started asking how I was enjoying working with them so far and what I thought of the other coaches. “I know you guys went out last night and got hammered. Did you have fun?”

I struggled to determine how much to share as I couldn’t tell how much Brit had already told her or what would be appropriate. I must have looked puzzled, because she added, “Brit pretty much tells me everything. She was the defensive captain when I was a sophomore so we’ve always been close. Honestly we’re probably too close,” she laughed.

As had already been made evident to me before, normal boundaries between coaches, players, and one another seemed to be moot with this group. I guess I’d just have to go with the flow.

“Yeah, we had a good time. Coach Sav even came out with us.”

“Really?!” Callie asked excitedly. “That’s great! She seems to have been a lot more stressed since last summer so I’m glad she was able to blow off some steam.”

Not being sure how much Callie or any of the other players might know about Savannah’s divorce, I didn’t want to over-share. “Yeah, we danced, drank, and had a good time.”

“Did you guys talk about the weight room incident?” Callie asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

I was gobsmacked and again unsure what to say.

She went on, “Don’t be so stressed. We were all there. After I looked up your shorts, and Angela got you riled up doing squats, we all saw your boner and Coach Sav absolutely couldn’t keep her eyes of you. It was hot.”

“Oh … wow … I, uh, didn’t realize it was that obvious.”

“C’mon, dude. That thing is a monster. You thought you could keep it hidden in a room of horny women?! Coach Sav wasn’t the only one looking. Maybe you are dumber than you look. I will say that for me, I’ve been thinking about it constantly since I took a peek up your boxers that morning.” She had a devilish grin on her face.

Again unsure how to respond, all I said was, “Umm … thank you … I guess.” As much as I tried to keep in control of my heart rate, this conversation about my dick was getting me excited.

She stuck her neck up and looked around the rest of the plane as she casually placed her hand on my thigh. Then, she leaned in and whispered, “Can I touch it?”

This question came as a surprise to say the least, but it immediately got me feeling even more aroused. She stared directly at my crotch and I could feel my dick filling with blood beneath the loose fabric of the sweatpants. I looked around just as she had a moment ago. There was a group of three of her teammates across the aisle, but they all seemed to be sleeping soundly.

“Right here?” I asked. “What if someone sees us?”

“I’ll be sneaky,” she said with a wink.

“Uhh sure.” I said.

Her hand slid up from my thigh over my growing member. “Oh wow. That feels thicker than I would have guessed.”

She continued sliding her hand up and down my shaft from outside of my sweatpants. Within a minute it had reached it full size. And if one looked carefully, they would see that the tip was sticking out of my waistband.

When Callie realized this, her breath caught and she said, “Oh wow. That’s new.” This only encouraged her hand to pump her hand harder as her thumb made a pass over my exposed head with each rep. I did my best to keep myself from humming from the pleasure

“Do you think I can make you come?” she whispered in my ear.

“I think you’re about to,” I gasped back. And I was right. With her next pump my orgasm coursed through me as I began spurting cum up onto the exposed bit of stomach between my waistband and the bottom of my sweatshirt.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered back. Her breath was also irregular as she excitedly watched me explode onto myself. But she did not stop her pumping as her hand continued to ride up and down my length until the last dribble escaped my tip.

“You’ve made quite a mess,” she purred as she continued squeezing me through my pants, despite beginning to soften. “Don’t worry. I’ve got wet wipes in my bag,” she said with a smile. “I’ll clean you up.”

“Wow, there’s so much,” she observed as she had to use several wipes and tissues to get it all. “Maybe someday we won’t need the wipes,” she said coyly as the plane’s captain came over the PA and announced that we were preparing for landing.

“That sounds nice,” I replied dumbly, still in disbelief of what just happened.

“Sir, you need to put your seat up,” the flight attendant said, surprising me.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I said as I mechanically followed her orders.

Waiting in the baggage claim area, Brit slid up next me with a wicked smile and asked, “Nice flight?”

“Are there no secrets anymore?” I asked in false outrage.

“Callie texted me as soon as we landed. She said it’s even more impressive than she originally thought. Can’t wait until it’s my turn to get a look,” she teased with a wink and a quick glance down towards my crotch.

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 3: False Modesty

The blaring alarm woke up both Savannah and I after what felt like less than 20 minutes of actual sleep. I felt like absolute shit.

“Damn,” I heard her sigh as she reached over to turn it off. “Up and at ‘em. Let’s go,” she called over to me. “We’ve got to meet the bus in 20 minutes.”

I picked up my phone to assess the time and see if I had any notifications. Just one text, it was from Coach Brit 20 minutes ago. Last I saw her she was basically passed out drunk so I amazed that she would have been up before us. All it said was, “Sit next to Callie on the way home.”

I recalled the incident from a few days ago in the weight room when the Callie had gotten a view up my shorts as I spotted her on bench press. Not one of my finest moments. Now, I wondered what this text was about.

Wearing simple black sweatpants and a hoodie, I scooted out to the curb to wait for the bus with Savannah. Half of the team was already there including Brit and Erin. Brit looked surprisingly well despite the rough night previous, although Erin had definite bags under her eyes.

“Good morning. You see my text?” Brit asked slyly so that only I could hear.

“Yeah. What’s the deal?”

“I’m your wing woman, remember?” she replied with a wink.

Sure enough, as we boarded the bus and Savannah passed out boarding passes, I saw that I would be sitting next to Callie on the plane. And as we pushed away from the gate for takeoff, I learned that not only was I sitting next to her, but somehow we had our own row. I was in the window and she was in the middle seat.

“Feel free to spread out if you’d like,” the flight attendant said to Callie.

“I think I’m good here. Thanks, though!” she said cheerfully. Callie was a girl that could easily be described as a drop of sunshine: Tall, beach blond hair, and a constantly positive demeanor. On top of that, she was captain of the defense and a great leader. It was probably why she was so close to Brit, the assistant coach in charge of defense.

Also being a defender on the men’s team, we clicked naturally. We talked about yesterday’s game and what went wrong when the defense let Duke back in the game towards the end. There were a few switches that we had missed that left someone open with a clear shot at the goal, which was a sure recipe for disaster.

After reviewing the game, Callie started asking how I was enjoying working with them so far and what I thought of the other coaches. “I know you guys went out last night and got hammered. Did you have fun?”

I struggled to determine how much to share as I couldn’t tell how much Brit had already told her or what would be appropriate. I must have looked puzzled, because she added, “Brit pretty much tells me everything. She was the defensive captain when I was a sophomore so we’ve always been close. Honestly we’re probably too close,” she laughed.

As had already been made evident to me before, normal boundaries between coaches, players, and one another seemed to be moot with this group. I guess I’d just have to go with the flow.

“Yeah, we had a good time. Coach Sav even came out with us.”

“Really?!” Callie asked excitedly. “That’s great! She seems to have been a lot more stressed since last summer so I’m glad she was able to blow off some steam.”

Not being sure how much Callie or any of the other players might know about Savannah’s divorce, I didn’t want to over-share. “Yeah, we danced, drank, and had a good time.”

“Did you guys talk about the weight room incident?” Callie asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

I was gobsmacked and again unsure what to say.

She went on, “Don’t be so stressed. We were all there. After I looked up your shorts, and Angela got you riled up doing squats, we all saw your boner and Coach Sav absolutely couldn’t keep her eyes of you. It was hot.”

“Oh … wow … I, uh, didn’t realize it was that obvious.”

“C’mon, dude. That thing is a monster. You thought you could keep it hidden in a room of horny women?! Coach Sav wasn’t the only one looking. Maybe you are dumber than you look. I will say that for me, I’ve been thinking about it constantly since I took a peek up your boxers that morning.” She had a devilish grin on her face.

Again unsure how to respond, all I said was, “Umm … thank you … I guess.” As much as I tried to keep in control of my heart rate, this conversation about my dick was getting me excited.

She stuck her neck up and looked around the rest of the plane as she casually placed her hand on my thigh. Then, she leaned in and whispered, “Can I touch it?”

This question came as a surprise to say the least, but it immediately got me feeling even more aroused. She stared directly at my crotch and I could feel my dick filling with blood beneath the loose fabric of the sweatpants. I looked around just as she had a moment ago. There was a group of three of her teammates across the aisle, but they all seemed to be sleeping soundly.

“Right here?” I asked. “What if someone sees us?”

“I’ll be sneaky,” she said with a wink.

“Uhh sure.” I said.

Her hand slid up from my thigh over my growing member. “Oh wow. That feels thicker than I would have guessed.”

She continued sliding her hand up and down my shaft from outside of my sweatpants. Within a minute it had reached it full size. And if one looked carefully, they would see that the tip was sticking out of my waistband.

When Callie realized this, her breath caught and she said, “Oh wow. That’s new.” This only encouraged her hand to pump her hand harder as her thumb made a pass over my exposed head with each rep. I did my best to keep myself from humming from the pleasure

“Do you think I can make you come?” she whispered in my ear.

“I think you’re about to,” I gasped back. And I was right. With her next pump my orgasm coursed through me as I began spurting cum up onto the exposed bit of stomach between my waistband and the bottom of my sweatshirt.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered back. Her breath was also irregular as she excitedly watched me explode onto myself. But she did not stop her pumping as her hand continued to ride up and down my length until the last dribble escaped my tip.

“You’ve made quite a mess,” she purred as she continued squeezing me through my pants, despite beginning to soften. “Don’t worry. I’ve got wet wipes in my bag,” she said with a smile. “I’ll clean you up.”

“Wow, there’s so much,” she observed as she had to use several wipes and tissues to get it all. “Maybe someday we won’t need the wipes,” she said coyly as the plane’s captain came over the PA and announced that we were preparing for landing.

“That sounds nice,” I replied dumbly, still in disbelief of what just happened.

“Sir, you need to put your seat up,” the flight attendant said, surprising me.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I said as I mechanically followed her orders.

Waiting in the baggage claim area, Brit slid up next me with a wicked smile and asked, “Nice flight?”

“Are there no secrets anymore?” I asked in false outrage.

“Callie texted me as soon as we landed. She said it’s even more impressive than she originally thought. Can’t wait until it’s my turn to get a look,” she teased with a wink and a quick glance down towards my crotch.