Sisterhood 101
Copyright© 2025 by WittyUserName
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Kayla and her friends have graduated high school. Now it is on to college and the real world. New adventures, new loves, new friends. Yet, their crazy senior year in high school is not done haunting them. This story is a direct sequel to Birthday Pool Party. I did attempt to write the first chapter in such a way that someone who hasn't read Birthday Pool Party could follow along, but reading Birthday Pool Party first will enhance the experience.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humor School Tear Jerker Sharing Incest Father Daughter Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Spitting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
~Hazel Collins~
Thursday August 21, 2025
One of the most frustrating things in the world was lying comfortably in bed and suddenly needing to pee. I wanted to go back to sleep, but the pressure only got worse until I surrendered and sat up. Kayla wasn’t in bed with me anymore, but I was in her bedroom. I frowned as I sort-of remembered her waking up and moving around. I had grumbled at her before putting a pillow over my head.
I slipped out of bed naked and used Kayla’s private bathroom. Then I put on my clothes from the previous night and checked my phone. Kayla was already at her first class and Lexi had to at least be on her way to CSUA. Steven and Nicole would have left for work. I made my way to the dining room alone, hoping Maggie hadn’t cleaned up after breakfast. To my surprise, someone was still sitting at the table with a cup of coffee.
“Good morning, Hazel,” Steven smiled at me. “How’d you sleep?”
“Not long enough,” I answered honestly. “Why are you here?”
“I live here, remember?” he smirked before gesturing at the clean table with his coffee mug. “Want me to make you something for breakfast?”
I was going to refuse, but I felt my stomach gurgle. Blushing slightly, I placed a hand on my barely-swollen tummy. “If it isn’t too much trouble?”
“Not at all,” he replied, getting to his feet. “What are you craving?”
“Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean every meal is some big craving,” I rolled my eyes as he stared at me flatly. I blushed a moment later. “Bacon, please. Lots of bacon.”
“I’m not just making you a plate of bacon,” Steven said. “What do you want with it.”
“Don’t care, as long as there’s bacon,” I grinned.
“Scrambled eggs and toast it is,” he shook his head as he left for the kitchen.
Pulling out a chair, I sat at the table and played on my phone. Marcia and Ashley didn’t have class until 11:00AM, and Ashley was still asleep. I texted with Marcia, who was reading in her dorm while listening to Ashley snore. In addition to texting, I also browsed social media and got depressed seeing everyone post about their great college experiences.
Steven eventually returned, struggling to carry everything while not dropping the plate or spilling my drink. My breakfast consisted of the promised scrambled eggs and toast, as well as a beautiful mountain of bacon. He also placed utensils and a glass of orange juice in front of me before taking his seat.
“Thank you,” I smiled before sipping my juice. “Ah! I love orange juice, but I do miss coffee.”
“I’d get decaf, but we both know Kayla considers it sacrilege,” Steven chuckled.
“That girl does love her coffee,” I commented, picking up a piece of bacon and biting into it. “Mm, bacon.”
“Bacon, chicken wings, chips, pickles,” he counted on his fingers. “Did I miss anything?”
“Peanut butter,” I reminded him of one of my other main cravings.
“Right, right,” Steven nodded.
“I’ll also never say no to anything greasy or spicy,” I reminded him. “Ideally greasy and spicy.”
“That one I knew,” he chuckled.
“Did Nicole leave for work?” I asked before taking a bite of eggs.
“Yeah, a little while ago,” Steven answered. “Lexi and Kayla already left for school.”
“Are you taking the day off?” I frowned.
“Nah, just going in late,” he shook his head. “I thought I’d take a look at your car.”
“Oh,” I let out a nervous breath. “I texted you about that.”
“At 4:00AM,” Steven added. “It felt like a drunk text, but you weren’t drunk.”
“I was half-asleep, same thing,” I blushed, remembering waking up and writing a paragraph about how grateful I was for everything.
We continued talking quietly while I ate my breakfast. The food was really good and I told Steven he should stop making the housekeeper cook so much. It was nice talking with Steven alone, and I even flirted with him a little. He was sexy as hell, and teasing him made me forget that I was supposed to be in college with the others.
I followed Steven outside after breakfast so he could look at my car. He popped the hood while I stood a few steps back, my arms wrapped around myself as I awaited the verdict. We were both still dressed in pajamas, not wanting to shower before possibly getting greasy. Soft wind caressed my face, bringing some relief from the Southern California heat.
Steven didn’t say anything as he leaned in, one hand braced on the frame while the other moved things aside. I watched his face more than what he was looking at, noticing the way his brow furrowed as he worked. His mouth was set in that thoughtful line I recognized from all the other moments where he was trying to figure something out.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled before I could stop myself, my chest tightening.
He glanced back immediately. “For what?”
“The noise. The stupid light. All of it,” I gestured vaguely at the car. “I know it’s old.”
“Well, we know the battery’s new,” Steven smirked, reminding me of when the car died at the Noble Star Motel.
I just rolled my eyes as he went back to work. Steven checked fluid levels, using a rag to remove the oil from the long metal stick. He looked concerned, and I let out a breath as I noticed a smear of grease across his knuckles. How bad was it? How could he tell without it even running?
“How long has it been running rough?” he eventually asked.
“Uh, since I got it,” I admitted with a wince. “It was really bad last night. The light came on and it was making noise. I was worried it wouldn’t even make it home and didn’t want to mention it with all the shit about the subpoenas. It was just one more stupid thing.”
“I understand,” Steven said kindly. “Did it smell hot, like it was burning oil? Sweet?”
“Uh, cars can smell sweet?” I mumbled.
“It means there’s a coolant leak,” he explained.
“Oh,” I responded. “Uh, no. No weird smells. It just kept hesitating and making noises like it was mad at me.”
Steven exhaled slowly, making me even more nervous. He then told me to start the car. I winced as the engine coughed, struggling to start. It was rattling, the stupid check engine light was still on, and it made me think it might just die at any second. I didn’t know anything about cars, but even I could tell something was very wrong. Correction. I knew one thing about cars; something very wrong meant something very expensive.
“Okay, you can turn it off,” Steven called out.
He was resting his hands on the closed hood when I got out of the car. “Is it that bad?”
“I’m not going to guess,” Steven shook his head. “I’m not a mechanic, but it doesn’t sound good.”
“I can take it to a mechanic,” I offered quickly. “I can figure it out. I don’t need-”
“We’ll take it to a mechanic,” he interrupted me with a firm voice. “Together. We’ll see what they say before making a decision.”
“N-no, I can’t ask you to do that,” I stammered. “I already owe yo-”
“Nothing,” Steven said quickly. “You owe me nothing. We’re family, this is what we do. Everyone has car trouble, it’s nothing to be ashamed about. How about I drive your car and you follow me to the mechanic in mine?”
Ashwood Auto was a full-service repair shop that did everything from basic work to paint jobs and custom builds for exotic cars. The guy who checked us in was a few years older than me and was clearly checking me out. His name tag said “Jayden” and he was a taller guy with brown hair and tattoos on his arms. The tattoos were kind of sexy, but I let Steven do the talking to avoid flirting.
Steven and I sat down to wait while they looked at my car. I looked at him with a small smile. “Did you ever think about getting a tattoo?”
“When Aria died, yeah,” Steven answered, looking at me. “I never did though. Why?”
“Just thinking,” I shrugged.
“Random thing to think about,” he observed, seeming confused.
“I’m an enigma,” I giggled, grateful he was oblivious to the employee checking me out. “Speaking of enigmas, how’s Detective Mclorn?”
“She’s alright,” Steven answered slowly. “Her ribs still hurt, but it could have been a lot worse. The vest saved her life.”
“I can’t believe she got shot,” I swallowed weakly.
“That was terrifying,” he agreed. “Then with everything that happened on campus. I’m glad Kayla and Lexi are living at home.”
“Marcia and Ashley were really shaken,” I added. “That girl lived on their floor.”
“I know,” Steven let out a breath. “I know.”
We fell into an uneasy silence as I tried not to think about my stupid car. The waiting room smelled like burnt coffee and motor oil, and I couldn’t stop fidgeting as I sat on the edge of the plastic chair. I felt Steven’s hand on my knee, trying to reassure me. I squeezed his hand, silently thanking him.
An older guy came out of the back room and spoke with Jayden. They called us up while the older guy cleaned his hands with a rag. I held the counter with both hands, looking up at them nervously. Jayden smiled at me, inclining his head in my direction the way a guy does to a cute girl.
“Alright, here’s the deal,” the older guy said as Steven turned to make sure I wasn’t blocked from the conversation. “The check engine light is on due to multiple misfires. The hesitation you felt? That’s the engine losing power because it’s not firing cleanly.”
“Is that bad?” I swallowed, already knowing the answer.
“It’s not great,” the older mechanic admitted. “Low numbers across the board on the compression test. That means the engine’s worn out internally. Piston rings, valves, timing chain; all bad. That noise you were hearing? It’s the timing chain.”
“I’m guessing it would cost more than the car’s worth to fix it?” Steven asked plainly.
“Yes,” the mechanic confirmed. “We can fix it, but we’ll have to either rebuild the engine or replace it entirely. Both very expensive jobs, and not worth it for such an old car.”
“Oh,” I squeaked. I didn’t have any money. I had nothing.
“It’s nothing you did,” Jayden said, smiling at me. “It’s an old car with a high mileage. They don’t last forever.”
“He’s right, Hazel,” Steven agreed, rubbing my back reassuringly. “Junking it is probably the best option.”
Steven spoke with both mechanics for a few more minutes and they agreed on a small price for the car. They’d sell it to the junkyard once we returned with the title. Jayden gave us both a business card for Ashwood Auto before Steven and I went to clean my car out. There wasn’t much in it. We put it in the back of Steven’s car and sat down inside.
“Jayden wrote his number on the back of my card,” I snorted, trying to distract myself.
“Huh, guess I’m not his type,” Steven commented, checking the back of his card. “You gonna call him?”
“No,” I said, giving him an annoyed look. “He was cute, but I’m not interested.”
“You can, you know,” he told me. “If you wanted to.”
“We’ve been through this, Steven,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “We aren’t together, I know I can date or fuck, and you have veto rights.”
“As long as you know,” Steven smiled.
“I doubt Jayden would be interested if he found out about the bun in my oven,” I snorted. “And now I don’t even have a car. I’ll have a hundred bucks when we come back with the title.”
“You are a beautiful, smart, and loyal young woman. Usually nice, but I have to admit you have a bit of an attitude sometimes,” his grin fell when he saw the withering glare I was giving him. “Anyway, any guy would be lucky to be with you. I’m lucky just to know you, and to call you family.”
“Thank you,” I mumbled. “I can manage without a car. I can take the bus or walk or something.”
“I was planning on getting a new car soon,” Steven said casually. “I’ve been putting it off, but the timing is perfect.”
I kept looking at him, my arms crossed. “Steven-”
“So,” he continued, cutting me off again, “you take mine.”
“I, well...” I mumbled, my chest tightening. “No, I mean, I can’t.”
“Hazel,” Steven said firmly, “it’s a good car. Safe. Paid off. I don’t need two.”
“That’s not the point!” I snapped, wincing when I realized how bitchy I sounded. “I mean, it’s, you know, a lot.”
“It’s a car,” he shrugged.
It really was just a car to him, no big deal. It wasn’t because he was rich, it was because he wanted to make sure my needs were met. To him, it made perfect sense. To me, it was another weight unbalancing the scales between us. He was a great guy, and I hated myself for remembering my grandmother’s words. “Every woman who ends up getting abandoned thought the father of their child was a great guy at one time.”
I hated that thought and I hated myself for having it.
“I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you,” I admitted quietly.
Steven didn’t answer right away. When I looked up, he seemed thoughtful. “You’re not. Family, remember? And you’re having a baby. Our baby. This isn’t charity, Hazel. Right now, you need a helping hand. Next time, it might be me. And I know I can count on you.”
“Uh, you need me to feed and walk Lexi?” I suggested with a helpless shrug.
“No, thank you,” he gave me an amused look. “Maybe changing the baby’s diapers will prepare you for when I need them in a few decades. You and Kayla can take turns while Lexi makes fun of me.”
“I don’t wanna change old man diapers,” I made a face. “How about I feed you pudding? Kayla can change you.”
“Sure,” Steven laughed. “Fine.”
“What about insurance?” I bit my lower lip. “And, um, the title. Stuff like that.”
His eyebrows lifted in surprise, but he didn’t seem offended. “I’ll sign the title over to you. We’ll move your insurance to your new car. You’ll be covered.”
Covered.
That word stuck with me, giving me the strength to ask the questions Grandma Maxine had planted in my head. “It’ll be mine? Like, legally mine?”
“Yes,” he nodded, a bemused expression on his face. “If you’re driving it, it’s yours. I wouldn’t hold anything like that over your head. And, ah, I’m proud of you.”
“Proud of me?” I frowned, confused.
“You’re thinking about adult stuff, it’s smart,” Steven explained. “You’re going to be a great mother.”
“Thank you,” I whispered. “I needed to hear that.”
“You’re welcome,” he smiled.
We stayed in the parking lot a moment longer, the sounds of Ashwood Auto buzzing faintly around us. I should have felt better. Safer. I did, mostly. Underneath it all, Grandma’s words lingered as a reminder. Love and intentions mattered, but I couldn’t be stupid. My daughter couldn’t afford that. I had to make sure we were both protected, and I had to get passed the guilt that was stopping me.
~Kayla Thomson~
Thursday August 21, 2025
Thursday cheer practice started at 4:30PM and ended at 7:30PM. A long evening followed by a 6:00AM practice on Friday. It was a lot of work; exhausting and sometimes I just wanted to skip and go home. I didn’t. I knew it was worth it. I loved cheerleading and was determined to help the squad excel.
Practice started the same way it always did, with cheerleaders trickling in and starting their warm-ups while waiting on the others. I stood beside the wall, my arms over my head as I stretched. My outfit was my usual workout gear; tiny pair of black shorts, pink sports bra, hair in a simple ponytail.
Jog, high knees, lunges, stretches; I went through my warm-up while trying not to think about court cases and other stress. I just wanted to be a college cheerleader. Glancing toward the stands, I noticed a few football players were present again. Perving on us probably shouldn’t have been allowed, but football players tended to get away with anything.
Brent Calloway was sitting comfortably with his feet up, playing on his phone while talking and laughing with his friends. I saw Drew Kensington beside him, and the charismatic rich guy gave me a nod when he noticed me looking his way. I forced a polite smile before turning away.
The reverse squad was warming up on the other side of the room, and I recognized several faces. Emily Hawthorne and Jennifer Rhodes were cheerleaders with me in high school, but I didn’t know them well. Most of my attention was focused on Kelsey Aguila.
Kelsey was tying her hair into a ponytail, jaw set and brow furrowed in thought. We hadn’t talked about it, but we didn’t have to. She would have gotten a subpoena as well. I knew Kelsey was having a tough time, but hopefully her sister was helping. Klarissa had her own trouble with everything that happened at Oakwood Commons. Ashley and Marcia stayed on the same floor the murder happened on, where Klarissa was the RA.
So much for not thinking about court cases.
“Circle up!” Melissa Hart declared, clapping her hands.
We moved without thinking in our haste to follow the instructions of the head coach. The main squad was in the center while the reserves filled the outer ring. I ended up standing between Kendall Young and Janelle Brooks, one of the co-captains. Kelsey was behind me and to the left, close enough to make me think I could actually feel the tension coming off her.
Assistant Coach Darius stepped up, all business. “Remember, tonight is stunts, partner work, and basket tosses. Flyers, you’ll rotate. I want clean timing and tight cores. No shortcuts!”
Harper Lin caught my eye from across the circle, her anxiety obvious in her expression. The petite woman was the only other freshman on the main squad, something we had bonded over. Harper was barely five feet with long black hair dyed purple at the tips. She was nice and I tried to help her handle the pressure of a Division One cheer squad. It wasn’t easy for either of us. I gave her a small nod, which she returned.
The squad spread out so we could go through warm-ups with Leila Moreno. Leila was working toward her master’s degree in kinesiology, and she made sure we knew how to care for our bodies. Focusing on injury prevention and conditioning, we’d often go to her for tips on dealing with our sore muscles.
“Groups!” Coach Hart barked when we were warmed up. “Same as Tuesday. Flyers rotate after baskets.”
Everyone moved instantly, habit and muscle memory taking over. I went to my usual mat with Miguel, Shelby Ortiz, and Tony Delgado. Harper was bouncing beside me, trying to look fearless. I knew better; she was anxious every practice, even though I often reminded her that we had earned our spots.
Across the floor, Janelle’s blue eyes lingered on me a second too long before she turned away, her blonde curls bouncing slightly. I didn’t have time to think about it, because basket tosses were up first. Darius quickly demonstrated, making sure to emphasize the key points: hands low, dip together, explosive upward drive.
“Bases, this is about timing, not strength,” Darius reminded us. “Flyers, trust the launch. If you hesitate, Leila will be treating your broken bones.”
“Comforting,” Cassidy Turner, the other co-captain muttered. Vanessa snorted in response.
I stepped back as Harper got into position. She was an amazing cheerleader, but baskets were her weak spot and didn’t help her fear of failing on such a competitive squad. Harper was small, light and talented, but basket tosses required surrender. They required trust and an ability to surrender control until finding the air.
“Ready?” Migs asked, smiling down at her kindly. “Don’t worry, we’ve got ya.”
Harper gave him a tight-lipped nod.
They dipped, drove, and Harper went up. The toss was ruined when Harper flinched, causing her to go up crooked. She wasn’t even able to attempt the maneuver as panic flashed across her face and she fell back down. Shelby and Tony caught her safely, and awkwardly set her down.
“Again,” Darius instructed immediately. He didn’t give any tips; Harper knew what she had done wrong.
Harper swallowed hard, cheeks red. She glanced at me in embarrassment, and I gave her a reassuring smile and a firm nod. As Harper got ready to go again, I looked over at another group. Rylee Simmons, another flyer, was standing with her arms crossed and a disappointed expression on her face. Dante, Cass, and Kendall dipped Janelle, sending her into the air.
It was a perfect toss. Janelle went straight up, her limbs tight. She attempted the maneuver, and while she succeeded, she was a little sloppy. Dante and Kendall caught Janelle, who looked angry with herself while Coach Hart critiqued her performance. I turned to watch Harper’s second attempt, which wasn’t much better than the first.
“Kayla!” Darius barked. “You’re up!”
Walking by Harper, I squeezed her shoulder reassuringly before approaching the others. I climbed in, hands on Miguel’s shoulders while breathing steadily. The rest of the world disappeared; all my troubles melting away as I lived in the moment, focusing on every feeling in my body.
Dip.
Drive.
I flew.
For a brief instant, there was nothing but height and the air whistling in my ears. My heart and breathing were perfectly steady as I remembered my training, pulling my body tight at the apex. I hit the spin without thinking, unfolded, and trusted the catch. Strong. Solid. Clean.
Moments after my feet hit the mat I became aware of the sounds: the clapping of hands, the surprised murmurs, the low “damn” someone whistled from the stands. Kendall and Janelle were shooting me annoyed looks, Dante looked proud, and Harper was impressed. In the stands, the quarterback Brent was looking at me lustfully. Beside him, Drew had a small smirk on his face as he leaned in, his eyes shamelessly roving my body.
“Again!” Darius ordered, a smile on his face.
We ran it twice more, each one better than the last. My body was glistening with sweat, my breathing heavy. I felt fucking incredible. The grin slid off my face when I noticed Rylee standing near the edge of her mat, arms crossed and lips pressed thin. Scarlett whispered something in Rylee’s ear, making her smirk.
The other group practicing basket tosses had stopped to watch. Cassidy had a small smile on her face, like I had earned her grudging respect. Dante was clapping with the other guys, while Kendall gave me an angry look. Janelle was clapping and cheering, seeming a bit too enthusiastic about my performance.
Harper hugged me before heading over to take another turn. I sipped on a sports drink while looking around the gym. The football players were watching Dante, Cass, and Kendall toss Janelle into the air. Janelle did much better on that attempt, and I clapped for her along with the guys. It took a few tries, but Harper managed a perfect basket toss. I screamed her name and clapped as she smiled happily.
On the other side, the reserve squad was practicing basics. Kelsey messed up a cartwheel, landing on her butt with a sad expression. She didn’t look my way, but I knew she felt it too. The pressure, the imbalance. The way some of us were rising faster than others. The way paths were diverging as our class grew up and searched for our place in the world.
Stunt rotations were next. I flew once with Dante, his skepticism fading away with each perfect landing. Shelby nodded to me after the dismount, approval earned, not given. Vanessa Cruz was a senior and an amazing tumbler. We worked well together and I felt like she was reevaluating her opinion of me.
Harper flew a few times with Scarlett, then with Kendall. Kendall was a tall sophomore who had just made the main squad. She was a skilled base who was usually very reliable. However, during one stunt, Kendall’s timing was way off and nearly dropped Harper as the two of them collided.
“Relax,” Kendall giggled. “I’ve got it.”
Coach Hart’s voice cut through the chatter. “You DON’T got it if your flyer’s shaking.”
Kendall’s grin slipped for a second, making her look exhausted and frustrated.
Leila led us in some stretches at the end of practice to help prevent cramps and sore muscles. I was soaked in sweat and my lungs burned, but my head was perfectly clear. The pain, the focus; it was why I was there. I loved the teamwork, the bonding, the joy of knowing our skills could work together to put on an amazing show.
“Hey,” I said as I approached Kelsey after practice, “how are you doing?”
“A-alright,” Kelsey replied, looking up from her gym bag. “You were amazing out there.”
“Thank you,” I smiled. “You looked great, too.”
“Ready for the big game?” Kelsey asked, wiping some sweat from her brow.
“I think so,” I nodded. “San Diego’s a tough team. I hope we win.”
“At least it’s a home game,” Kelsey commented.
“Yeah, that’s true,” I agreed. “And it’s on a Saturday.”
“It’s crazy how demanding college cheerleading is,” the pretty Latina said breathlessly. “Practice at 6:00AM tomorrow, then six hours of practicing Saturday. All for the game next week.”
“And for competitions,” I pointed out happily. “I’m hoping you get bumped up to main squad soon.”
“Maybe next year,” Kelsey shrugged. “I’m kind of glad I’m on the reserve squad. I, ah, have enough going on this year.”
“Right,” I winced. “Um, have you heard from Stephanie?”
Stephanie Bernardi and Kelsey Aguila were best friends in high school. They started seeing Keith and my ex-boyfriend, David. Lexi and I tried to warn them, but they dismissed our concerns as jealousy. That led to the horrible party and the charges the guys are facing. I was involved in a three-person relationship with Stephanie and Ian before they broke up with me and moved to the east coast for college.
“N-no, not really,” Kelsey stammered nervously. “I’m sure Stephanie will be back for, um, you know...”
“Yeah,” I responded softly.
“I, ah, I have to get home,” she mumbled, slinging her bag over her shoulder. Kelsey never showered in the locker room. “I’ll see you around, Kayla.”
“Bye,” I waved before she turned and left.
I watched Kelsey’s back as she walked away, wishing for a way to bring us closer. She had withdrawn so much. It was understandable, but sad. Shaking my head, I returned to the other cheerleaders as they chatted before showering. I always showered after early practices since I had to stay on campus, but sometimes I just went straight home after the evening sessions. Feeling sweaty and gross, I decided I was definitely showering before leaving.
Migs put his his arms around Shelby and Lila. “Ready to hit the showers, ladies?”
“Keep dreaming, buddy,” Lila scoffed, patting him on the stomach.
I headed toward the women’s locker room with the rest of the team, my leg muscles throbbing the way they always did after an intense workout. The air inside was warmer, the floor slick in places. I inhaled the scent of a citrus cleaning product that failed to fully conceal the smell of sweat, deodorant, and body spray. Lockers lined both walls, the metal doors rattling as women claimed them.
Cassidy groaned as she dropped onto a bench and started peeling her wrist tape loose. Janelle leaned against the lockers, arms crossed as her eyes scanned the room like she was still counting mistakes. Rylee laughed loudly at something Shelby said, and Scarlett gulped several mouthfuls from her water bottle.
I found my locker and sat, letting out a long breath. I started slowly unlacing my shoes, my hands shaking slightly. The adrenaline was wearing off and I was realizing how worn out I was feeling. My shoulders hurt, my back hurt, my legs hurt. I was ready to go home and pass out before coming right back the following morning.
Clothes came off without ceremony; sports bras pulling free as sweaty t-shirts were removed and ponytails fell. No one looked away, but no one stared either. They were just bodies; real ones, flushed and marked. There were red lines from grips or tight bra straps, bruises where fingers caught wrong, and scrapes due to slips or falls.
Kendall flopped down two lockers over from me, wearing only a pair of skintight black leggings that ended halfway down her calves. Her dirty-blonde hair was sticky with sweat, clinging to her cheeks as she fanned herself. Reaching into her locker, Kendall pulled out her shower bag and placed it beside her.
“Ugh, I could use a few dozen drinks,” Kendall grumbled as she leaned her head back and cracked her neck. “Or maybe just some good dick.”
“Dick is probably better for your liver,” I pointed out while putting my gross socks in my laundry bag. “A nutrition major should know that.”
“Yeah, well, measuring out every meal is exhausting,” Kendall scoffed. “So are all these practices. Sometimes a girl needs to get drunk and laid.”
“Hey, I hear you,” I replied as I struggled to remove my sweaty sports bra, sighing when my boobs were freed.
“So, what about you, princess?” Kendall looked at me with a questioning smirk. “You got a guy for stress relief?”
“Nah, I’m single,” I shook my head.
“You should go to Drew Kensington’s party,” Kendall suggested, taking a sip of her water. “Your castle isn’t far from his. It’ll help you loosen up before the big game.”