Something Like That

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“FUCK!””FUCK!””FUCK!”The words bang out, followed by a locker door slamming shut, the metallic bang echoing in the large concrete locker room. Coach is off to a staff meeting, so it’s only me and whoever is having a fit about eight aisles down. Channeling my inner Adams, I gather up a handful of towels and make my way to the eruption.I find her in the aisle just before Varsity Corner, where the team maybes get lockers until they prove their worth. She is half way down, sitting on the dividing bench, hands behind her head and elbows on her knees. She is wearing team sweat pants and a red sports bra. She is strongly built with coffee and light cream skin and shoulder length dreds. I walk down and drop my bundle of towels on the floor beside her. She jumps and swings around sharply. Her eyes are red and a thin wet line streaks her cheeks.”Who the fuck are you?””Kis””Kiss? I’m not kissing you! You lookin’ to get stitched up, bitch?I grin and hold up my index fingers about six inches apart, “Kistin,” then move them in to an inch, “Kis.”A glimmer of a smile lights and softens her face. She raises her hands, mimicking mine.”Camellia” “Cam””Nice to meet you, Cam. I’m coach’s gym bitch and do-all,” leaning back against the lockers to face her, “I know you’re new here, so what’s up? Somebody bite you already?””Found this,” she grates out, pulling open her locker and tossing me a crumpled paper.I smooth it out. Scrawled in red ink are the words ‘STOP STARING AT ME YOU LITTLE BLACK BITCH’ underscored twice. I recognize the writing and the intent.”Bad enough I gotta fit here in white heaven, now I got a fucking racist. . .””She likes you.””Wait, what? She likes me?” she stammers, holding up her hands and rocking her head from side to side. “Who fucking likes me? What the fuck, girl?””Parker Peterson. Big blond. Soccer team captain. She likes feisty girls, so this is her way of shaking hands, seeing who likes to bite back,” holding the note out to her.She takes it and stares, then looks up at me.”So she’s some kinda dyke and giving me a poke in the gut to see if I’m queer? etimesgut escort That’s fucked up, you know, right?””Most of us just say hey, wanna get a coffee?, but yeah, she is and this is her subtle way of tapping new blood.””Yeah. Okay.” She shakes her head, trying to take it in, then tilts me a look, “. . . most of us?”I take a seat astride the bench, sliding around her question.”So, you’re softball, right?””Yeah, catcher. I wanted to do senior year with a top team, so asked to play here. Done deal when coach saw me hit the long ball.””I bet,” letting my eyes caress the ropy, thick muscles of her arm.”So, what you playing at, Kis?””Nothing here. I’m a hiker and climber, but coach wants me for basketball, so I’m hers till I come around. I hate basketball.””No, I mean what’s with this?” Cam asks, with a wave of her hand between us, “I ain’t stupid, girl, I can see your eyes working me. This your way testin’ blood?””No,” I chuckle, “I’m more your art department kinda queer. We just keep our eyes and hearts open, tasting joy where we can find it.””Oh,” Cam says quietly and pauses, “I. . . I paint a little.” She looks at me, her eyes soft and questioning.”Then there’s hope for you yet,” I whisper and tilt her head with a gentle hand. I lean in and touch a moist kiss on her beautiful full lips. I feel her stiffen and read the doubt and hesitation in her eyes. I offer her another, longer, but not pressing her, just letting our connection flow, her cheek warm in the palm of my hand. I feel the tension drain away and watch her eyes slowly close. I softly flick my tongue along her lips and her mouth eases open, the tip of her tongue making a tentative advance. I meet it in the middle and slowly let them twine like two feathers dancing. She moans deep in her chest, then jerks back with a start. I look into her wide open, unblinking eyes.”Your first with a girl?”She gives a small, shaky nod.”Like?””Oh, fuck,” she groans, grabbing my head in both hands and kissing me hard, her doubts cast aside like Parker’s crumpled note.Her eryaman escort mouth is open on mine, her tongue searching and aggressive now. I slide my hand down and find her breast, feeling a nipple pushing out hard against my palm. I draw my fingers in and give it a soft squeeze. Cam shivers and lets out a low, guttural growl in response. I pull back, breaking our kiss and look up at the big clock on the wall.”I really hate to stop, baby, but there’s going to be a mess of girls coming through the doors in about a minute.””Oh fuck! I’m gonna be late for English! Shit!” She exclaims, jumping up and pulling off her top, treating me to a look at her plump breasts resting high on her muscled chest and the large, fat nipples I was just caressing.”You have Ms Jackson?” She nods rapidly, digging out a bra and tee shirt from her locker.”No worries then. Just tell her you were with coach. She’ll. . . understand.”She stops and shoots me a look, then shakes her head.”You people are seriously fucked up.”I stand and pull her to me, leaning down for a last kiss.”See you at lunch, baby,” I murmur, easing back. I retrieve my towels and head up the aisle.”Aren’t you glad you transferred?”———— 2″You sure this is alright, Kis? I can’t get into trouble, got enough shit to worry about with classes and practise.””We’re good, Cam, nothing to worry about.”I pull a ring of keys out of my backpack and unlock the big blue door. In its center a sign reads ‘SPECIAL PROJECT STUDIO / By Instructor Permission Only / STAY OUT.’ I grab my bags in one hand and reach around for the light switch. I turn back to Cam, who is peering at me with an arched eyebrow and her arms crossed.”Come on.””What are you, keeper of the secret keys?””Ms Sparks trusts me and likes my work, so I get to use the room when I want. Spend most lunches here.””Likes your work, huh? You and her. . . ?””Nope. She is definitely into men, generally more than one at a time from the pictures I’ve seen,” dropping my bags on a long work table running down one wall, “And don’t you dare sincan escort tell anyone I said that!” aiming a finger at her.”Who the hell would I tell? You’re the only person I know to talk to, bitch.””Or kiss?” moving back to her and stroking her cheek with the backs of my nails.”Mmmm, yeah, that too,” pulling my head down and giving my lower lip a stroke with her tongue. I put my arms around her and meet her lips. Her fingers twine in my short hair while I glide my hands down her back and over the tight cheeks of her ass, giving each a firm squeeze. She slowly shifts her hips from side to side and I can feel her breasts moving over my chest. I give out a groan as I pull back from her.”God, you’re a good kisser for a virgin.””Natural athletic talent, baby. And who says I’m a virgin? I’ve had boyfriends!””Boys aren’t were I play, remember?” giving her a grin and a poke, “Now, let’s get to work, don’t have much time.”I move to the table and pull my camera from its bag, checking the battery and putting in a new memory card. I walk to the end of the room where there is a low riser and a couple of old chairs. I move a garishly carved wing-back to the center. On the wall behind backdrops are hanging like roll-up blinds. I poke through them and pull down a white and gray mottle. I flip on side lights and shift them around till the shadows look right.”The floor’s a little cold, but you can leave your socks on. Dump your clothes on the table and come up when you’re ready,” I call out as I visualize the shots I want.”Ahem.”I turn around with a start. Cam is standing right behind me, naked, her hands crossed in front of her. I feel like I have frozen solid. Her body is thick with muscle, but with a curvy softness at the same time. As my eyes slowly flow down from her breasts with their deeply tempting nipples, she lets her hands go, revealing a 3″ wide strip of dense black hair rising up from between her legs.”I okay?” she asks quietly.”For every single thing I can think of doing. You are one seriously beautiful woman, Cam.”She looks down, embarrassed by the lust in my voice. I give my head a shake to break the siren’s hold and put out my hand.”Up here. Sit in the chair. No pose yet, just have to take some tests for light and settings.” I fire off a dozen shots as I walk back and forth in front of her. I give them a look, then fiddle the lights a bit.