Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 134

Rebecca and Rose had always been close, ever since they were little girls, but in recent weeks their intimacy had taken on a more physical dimension. Discovering the pleasure they could give each other had opened their eyes in a lot of ways, and caused them to question some things they had previously taken for granted.

Both of them had long had doubts about their religion, but always kept those thoughts hidden, even from each other. Since becoming sexually active, though, they had begun to talk about it. They both agreed that what they did together, despite what they had been taught, was not sinful. It felt good and no one was hurt by it – who was to say that it was wrong? From there they began to question all the tenets of their faith, and discovered that many of them did not hold up to scrutiny.

Initially they had been extremely careful about where and when they had sex; there were no locks on the doors in Rebecca’s uncle’s house, and he had no compunction about violating their privacy as he saw fit. But over time they’d grown less and less cautious, almost like they wanted to get caught. So when one day he walked in on them 69ing, it was almost a relief; but still it had been traumatic. Rebecca’s uncle had a volatile temper, and they had never seen him so mad; for a minute they thought he was going to kill them, or beat them up at least, but in the end he’d simply banished them from the house.

This was difficult, too, as they had been suddenly torn away from their community and from the only life they’d ever known. But now that they were settled in at Tanya’s it was like a whole new life was opening up before them. They didn’t know what it was going to be like, but were excited by the many possibilities.

At Tanya’s they shared a bed in a room with a lock on the door, and they’d made love several times. But they kept the sexual nature of their relationship secret, unsure how Tanya and her husband would feel about it.

Tanya’s husband had left that morning on a business trip that would keep him out of town through New Year’s, and the three of them had agreed to have a movie night together. This in itself was exciting, as Rebecca and Rose had previously been forbidden to watch any movies but really terrible religious ones. Tanya and her husband were huge movie buffs and had an extensive DVD collection; after spending a long time browsing, Rebecca and Rose chose Black Swan, which looked like something they would never, ever have been allowed to see in their previous life.

It turned out to be everything they’d hoped for and more. They saw so much that was new and surprising to them, and could hardly believe their eyes when Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman started going at it. Rebecca looked over at Rose, astonished; she had no idea that they were allowed to show such things in movies. She thought it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, but even so she managed to tear her eyes away long enough to see how their hostess was reacting.

Tanya’s eyes were glued to the screen, and she had a funny, far-away look in her eyes. She was so focused on the movie that she didn’t see Rebecca watching her, giving Rebecca a chance to really scrutinize her. It was hard to read her expression exactly, but she definitely seemed interested, which Rebecca took as a positive sign.

On previous nights Rose and Rebecca had waited to have sex until they felt sure that no one else in the house was awake. But tonight they were on each other the moment they hit the bed, and they were louder than they’d been before. When they were finished Rose immediately fell asleep, but Rebecca lay awake in bed, wondering if Tanya had heard them and if so what she was thinking.

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Ana arrived back in town late that night, again traveling alone. She had to work the next day and so had left the rest of the family to return home.

Her shift at the video store didn’t start until 2 PM, so she had the morning to herself. She slept late and walked into town for pancakes. It was cool, crisp, sunny day out and she took the long way home, making a circuit of the local park.

There was a basketball court at one end of the park, and as she approached it Ana saw a single player at the far end. As she got closer she saw that it was a girl with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a number 23 jersey and had good form on her jump shot; as Ana watched she swished a three-pointer and held her follow-through with satisfaction.

When the girl went to retrieve her rebound she turned her face toward Ana, who recognized it immediately — it belonged to Christina, whom Ana had played one-on-one with some weeks back. Ana smiled; she’d hoped she might get a chance at a rematch one day. Fortunately she had decent shoes on, and though she was wearing jeans instead of shorts, she wasn’t going to let that stop her.

Ana walked onto the court and greeted Christina, who had a healthy sweat going despite the coolness of the day. After they talked for a minute Ana challenged Christina to a game and Christina readily accepted.

Ana shucked off her sweater and did a few jumping jacks to warm up. She wasn’t wearing a sports bra, so her boobs bounced around a lot, but she kind of liked the way it felt. Ana took a few practice shots and declared herself ready; Christina told her to go ahead and take the ball out.

As before, their styles of play were markedly different. Christina was a slasher and a shooter, whereas Ana liked to post up and pound the ball down low. They both played with a lot of intensity, working hard on defense, and before long both of them were drenched in sweat.

Christina took an early lead, but Ana came battling back, and they ended up tied 20-20 with the game to 21. Ana had the ball on the right block and was dribbling, backing down her smaller opponent, slowly pushing Christina underneath the basket. All game long Christina had struggled to deal with Ana’s superior strength, sometimes resorting to pushing and holding. Ana never called a foul, though; in fact she rather enjoyed the contact.

With the game on the line, Christina dug in, using every bit of leverage she could muster to try to keep Ana away from the basket. But in the end Ana got to a spot she liked and turned to loft a short hook shot. Christina wrapped her up with both arms to try to force her to call a foul, but still Ana got the shot off and it went in.

Afterwards Christina graciously and sincerely congratulated her opponent. “Good game,” she said. “You’re a baller.”

“Thanks, Christina. You’ve got some game yourself.”

Ana used her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her brow. “Hey, you want to come to my place for a cold drink? It’s just, like, two blocks from here.”

Christina accepted and together they walked to Ana’s house. Now that they were no longer running it was starting to feel a bit cold, but fortunately the house was nice and warm. Ana grabbed them each a bottle of Gatorade and a towel and they went to the living room. There happened to be an NBA game on TV, so for awhile they sat and watched together on the couch.

Ana found herself distracted, though. She’d never realized that basketball could get her so turned on. It was something to do with the competition, the physical contact, the bumping and grinding. Not to mention that Christina was sexy as hell, and she looked especially beautiful now, suffused with the afterglow of a good workout.

Ana looked Christina up and down. Smooth brown skin, strong legs, muscular yet feminine shoulders and arms. Her boobs were smaller than Ana’s, and compressed further by her sports bra, but there was still definitely a girl under that jersey.

After a few minutes of indecision, Ana made up her mind. Maybe it was the confidence she’d built by winning the game, or maybe it was just the mood she was in that day, but she decided to just say fuck it. Without further ado she leaned over, took Christina’s face in her hands, and leaned in for a kiss.

Though taken by surprise, Christina didn’t resist, and in a second she was kissing back. From there it was like a switch had been flipped. Christina and Ana made out passionately, pressed their bodies together, and then practically tore each other’s clothes off. When Ana got Christina’s bra off her tits seemed to inflate, turning into rounded, succulent globes capped by thick brown nipples. Ana took each one into her mouth as her hand reached down to squeeze Christina’s ass. Christina’s brown skin was sweaty, salty, and delicious.

When her turn came, Christina could not begin to fit Ana’s enormous melons into her mouth; she looked like a baby nursing, which made Ana think of Gabi and of their afternoon together. But she reminded herself to be in the here and now, which at the moment meant getting Christina’s shorts and panties off and getting busy.

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