Freshman year

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I was good at hiding my feelings. Everyone loved me. All of my friends felt comfortable with me. People who weren’t friends with me wanted to be friends with me. The entire high school knew my name. I was a popular girl going into school, the star athlete who would hopefully bring a winning season to the struggling soccer team. I was really grown for my age. Not maturity wise, but I was tall and muscular. I never went through the lanky stage. Coming into 9t grade I was about 5’9” 150 lbs. I know that’s not too above average. But if you looked at the rest of the school’s girls my age were 5’4” and barely broke 120. All the upper classmen on the team were my height and a bit skinnier. I gained their respect immediately. Except for one.

Her name was Sabra. She was a senior and she argued with coach for what seemed like forever about a freshman being on her team. I really thought she hated me until one night after practice when I absolutely could not find a ride home. Coach was smart. He had JV practice during school so the underage kids always had a ride home. Then varsity would take the field from 3 to 6. My mom worked until at least 7 every night and dad was just an asshole.

So here I am, walking around outside the locker room searching through my phone looking for anyone who can give me a ride. I was failing miserably. Sabra walks out while I’m frantically pacing. She’s always the last one out. She asked if I needed a ride. Keep in mind she had just made this last practice hell. Blatantly fouling me every time we went up against each other. My body aching from my beating I rudely declined. Did she really think I would go with her?? She was smooth though. She shrugged and said, “All right Hooks, see you tomorrow.” Amazed that she had just brushed it off like that I began to panic. Thinking this is my last chance for a ride.
I chased after her. “Wait Sabra! You wouldn’t mind giving me a ride?”

“Of course not. I don’t really hate you. I just hate that cocky attitude you walked into this school with. This is high school… you’re nothing here.” Shocked she was so blunt I walked silently with her to her car. I threw my clothes in the trunk. If you’ve ever played soccer you know it’s a huge mistake just putting it in the back seat. That smell will never come out.
Most of the ride home I was quiet. Appreciating the surprisingly good smell of my teammate and just listening to the music flowing through my ears. She was nice. No she was great. My stomach started to turn as I realized I once again had a crush on the unavailable girl.

Let me give you some background on Sabra. Her dad was the big shot lawyer in town. She was the girl everyone else wanted to be. Had the cute jock boyfriend. Money coming out of her ears. And most importantly, amazing skill on the field. She’s 5’6”, 130 pounds when soaking wet. Great ass, nice chest and a stomach personal trainers envy. Long, dirty blonde hair that always looked perfect no matter what she had just finished doing. She was in all aspects perfect.

My house is on the complete opposite side of town. Way out of her way. So when she asked if she could make a quick stop by her house to drop a few things off I had no problem agreeing. I was just thankful I wasn’t stranded at the now locked up high school. Instead I was with an amazing girl. The perfect girl.

We stepped into her house to find her mom crying and her dad drunk and yelling. Pretty exciting site. We walked out almost as quickly as we walked in. I felt horrible. I wanted to help but really just didn’t know how. So I sat in the car silently until we got to my house. I didn’t have to figure out what to say though. Sabra started balling as soon as I opened the car door. I asked her to come inside and calm down for a bit. She agreed.

Mom never asks me questions. She didn’t even acknowledge us walk in and go upstairs to my room. I sat down on my couch and she sat next to me. I asked if she wanted to talk at all and she just shook her head no. Defeated a just sat there, leaned back and closed my eyes. I only opened them when I felt her push herself onto me. She was still crying, and all I wanted to do was make it better, so I sat there and held her. Trying to be a good friend. We sat there like this for what seemed like forever. I kissed her forehead out of instinct and before I could get the words, it’ll all be all right out of my mouth she was kissing me.

I felt electricity flow through me as I kissed her back. Her lips were so soft. Her tongue warm. I knew immediately I wanted to fuck her right there on the comforting couch of my room. I moved my hands all over her body. Touching everywhere. As I went over her stomach she started thrusting her hips into my hand. Nervously I moved my hand under the elastic of her shorts. Pausing to make sure I really was allowed to go in only for a second. I plunged a finger into her. I was amazed at how tight she was. I clumsily fingered her. And she liked it. Or she was an amazing actress. Either way I was thrilled and my confidence started to rise. I argued with myself over whether or not I was allowed to go any further with this girl I thought hated me just over an hour before.

Finally I just stopped caring and ripped her shorts off. I continued fingering her. Now more rapidly, with more confidence. Kissing my way down her body. Lifting her shirt above her head. Kissing her salty stomach and continuing my way down. Smelling her sweet scent. I now had two fingers in and was trying to control her bucking enough to find the right place to put my tongue. I dove in. licking anything and everything. Loving her taste. I took my fingers out and lashed my tongue as hard as I could inside of her while gently massaging her hard clit with my thumb. It was seconds before she came all over my face. It was dripping from my chin. Staining the fabric of the couch. She just lied there, gasping for air while I desperately tried to lick everything up. Wasting nothing.

The next day of classes I walked around like I owned the world. Nothing could stop me. As I was walking through the courtyard outside I saw Sabra standing with a group of the senior soccer players laughing and joking. I walked up happily and greeted everyone. Still incredibly euphoric until I hear a familiar face straight up degrading me. Sabra was bad talking to me. To my face. And after last night??? I didn’t know what to think. I just walked away. Feeling more rejection than I thought possible. What a fucking bitch…..

to be continued......