Annabel tried to think
back to high school. It hadn’t been such a long time ago, but it seemed
like another lifetime from where she was now. She pictured a Friday
afternoon in her hometown — the teams, the crowd, the marching
band...after a minute, she started to feel the atmosphere, the rhythm.
She took a deep breath and began to move.
Once she took the first
step, it all started coming back to her. She did some kicks, some
leaps...waved her pom-poms while spelling out the name of her
school...and wound up by doing the splits on the floor. Thanks to all
her yoga practice, she could do them better now than she could back in
high school.
She’d been so caught up
in her memories that she was a little startled to be brought back into
the moment by the sound of applause. She looked over at Monica and
Carla, suddenly remembering that she was not a teenager on a football
field, but a grown woman on the floor of a costume shop.
“Very nice,” Monica. “What do you think?”
“Not bad,” answered
Carla. “But I’d like to see it one more time.” She stood up from her
chair and helped Annabel to her feet. “With one little difference.” Bending at the waist, Carla reached down under Annabel’s skirt and
pulled her panties down and off. Then she got back into her seat and
said, “Take it from the top.”
This time, whenever Annabel jumped and her skirt bounced, her blond pubic hair was clearly visible.
Every time she kicked, she flashed her pussy. And when she did the
splits she could feel the tender flesh of her crotch pressed against the
carpet.
“Better,” said Carla. “But I don’t know...”
“Yeah,” chimed in Monica, “you’re pretty good, but we have a lot of candidates. How badly do you want to make the team?”
Annabel looked over at
the two young women. This whole situation had gotten her very aroused,
and she had an inkling of what Monica was really asking her. “Real bad,” she answered.
“Well, come over here
then,” said Monica. Annabel began to knee-walk toward Monica was while looking over at Carla, who nodded approvingly. When Annabel arrived, Monica took hold of the
ring of her collar and pulled her closer for a kiss.
Annabel loved the
feeling of Monica’s lips; they were substantial, juicy, pillowy soft.
Monica’s tongue pushed into her mouth and Annabel felt herself melting,
yielding. She was more than ready to give up control and surrender
to whatever was going to happen.
Pulling away, Monica
stripped off her top to reveal a truly magnificent set of tits topped by
thick, dark-brown nipples. Monica pulled Annabel down to her chest and
Annabel did not resist. She took each of Monica’s nipples into her
mouth, feeling them on her tongue, nibbling on them gently as Monica
moaned.
Getting into it now,
Annabel tried to take one of Monica’s boobs into her mouth, but she was
not up to the task. She opened her jaws as far as she could but still
only managed about half of it. Monica appreciated the effort, though,
and she stroked the back of Annabel’s head as Annabel moved on to the
other breast.
Carla looked on, content
to observe for now, as Monica sat up in her chair, lifting her skirt to
reveal a skimpy black thong. Then she raised herself up and, in one
swift motion, yanked the thong off and flung it away in Carla’s general
direction. She spread her legs wide, displaying dark pussy lips that
contrasted with the hint of bright pink visible inside.
Annabel had only a
moment to gaze into Monica’s cunt — wondering what it would taste like,
if it would be different from the ones she’d known so far — before
Monica grabbed her by the collar and pulled her in.
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