Chapter 4: A Car Wash and an Interesting Game

Between our successful Thanksgiving tournament and the Spring club season, the girls scattered out to play for their high school teams. I went to some of their games to see how they were doing and saw that most of them were the best players on their high school teams, regardless of age. That made me look forward even more to the upcoming season.

We had several important out-of-town tournaments lined up, so some parents thought we needed to do some fundraising. Our initial effort was a candy sale, which flopped because the Devils felt they had outgrown that kind of activity. Next, we tried a car wash. Our team mom, Gladys, discovered that Walmart would allow us to have one in the corner of their parking lot and even agreed to match our earnings.

We picked a Saturday in April to try it. Ten players, a few parents, Mick, and I volunteered to work. I also provided transportation for two players who needed a ride. Of course, because that’s how the universe rolls, they were Amy and Samantha, my illicit lovers.

Amy’s parents were at an out-of-town wedding, so not only was I her designated driver, but the plan was for her to spend the night with me. Even though Amy had stayed with me a lot before our week together at the beach, after I took her virginity, we hadn’t spent much time together. Based on what had happened during those amazing nights, I knew that if I found myself alone with her again, it would be a stern test of my self-control. I wasn’t sure whether I looked forward to having her as a houseguest or dreaded it. Also, because I had failed to do the smart thing when confronted with Samantha’s seduction, I wasn’t sure that I could control my libido. The only thing Amy had said about being my houseguest was that she was looking forward to some time with her favorite uncle.

On our way to the car wash, the girls talked excitedly about something, but I wasn’t paying attention. I have a pretty good filter when it comes to teenage girl babble. In my head, I was still dealing with the issue of having my two lovers in the same car with me. Then I realized that Amy was talking to me.

“Earth to Jeff, are you listening?” She used to call me Uncle Jeff, but lately, she had dropped the Uncle part. I was ‘Coach’ around the team, but just ‘Jeff’ otherwise. It was another way of her showing me that she was growing up.

“Sorry, Amy. I was paying attention to my driving.”

“We’re stopped at a red light,” she said. “So anyway, Sam just told me that there is a rumor going around her school that Maria had sex with one of her teachers.”

Maria was our all-star goalkeeper, so anything that affected her was important to me. “What! That’s crazy. It can’t be true, can it? I mean, if it is, what’s wrong with that teacher?”

“Don’t act so innocent,” Sam piped up from the back seat. “I’m pretty sure that coaches diddling players isn’t any better.”

That comment almost caused me to run the red light. After I safely maneuvered through the intersection, I pulled over and parked. I looked at the cute blonde in my rearview mirror and asked, “You’ve never told anybody about...?”

“Just me,” Amy laughed. “ We kinda compared our experiences. BTW, we both think you’re a good lover.”

I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation with those two ... well, Devils was the right name for them. My paranoia was at an all-time high. “You both know you can never tell anyone else, right? You haven’t, have you?”

“Well,” Amy drawled, “I might have mentioned something about it to Millie after she told me how you helped her when she pulled her hamstring. Geez, Jeff, how many other players have you messed around with?”

“And I kinda told a couple of my friends at school,” Sam added, “but don’t worry, I didn’t mention your name.”

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I thought about it and concluded that I might still be okay. If any adults had heard about my illegal behavior by now, I would probably have been arrested. “So, just so we’re clear, please don’t tell anybody else.”

Both girls agreed, but somehow, I felt like I was crossing the Grand Canyon on a tightrope.

When we got to the car wash, the gang was already setting up. One of the parents had brought a large canopy to keep us out of the hot sun, and it was already in place. A few Devils were connecting hoses and filling buckets of sudsy water. Two girls stood by the busy highway in front of the store, waving large signs at the passing traffic. We even had a few cars already lined up. It promised to be a busy day.

All of the players were wearing soccer shorts and T-shirts, ready to wash lots of cars and get wet while doing it. Some of the girls joked about having a wet T-shirt contest to attract more customers. I didn’t think they were serious, but it did trigger my more base instincts. I let myself imagine who might have won. I had only seen Amy and Sam’s bare breasts. The rest of the team always wore sports bras that kept their lady parts under control and obscured the true shape of that part of their body.

Business was good at first, but by mid-morning, things had slowed. I saw Sam and Amy talking to each other, smiling and giggling, and I knew they were up to something. With those two, I couldn’t help being suspicious. I was stunned when I saw them suddenly strip off their shirts and shorts. Then, I noticed they were wearing bikinis. Amy was wearing the one I bought for her on our trip to the beach, and Sam had one that was even more revealing. I was amazed that they were willing to be seen in public with most of their ripening bodies on display. It must have been the same self-confidence and aggressiveness that made them good athletes that allowed them to, as the saying goes, let it all hang out.

I still didn’t know what they had planned. Then I saw them head toward the highway, where two girls were still waving signs at the passing cars. Sam and Amy took the signs and held them close to their bodies. With so much bare flesh showing, at a glance, it might have made some drivers believe they were naked behind the cardboard. It was a trick I once saw college-age girls use at a car wash.

From behind, I had a good view of Amy’s slim legs and somewhat small buttcheeks, and Samantha’s more muscular thighs and well-rounded ass. As enjoyable as that was, I knew this wasn’t what they should be doing. I headed toward them, determined to stop their naughty display before they caused an accident, but beefore I got there, I paused and noticed that it might be working. More cars were pulling in, mostly driven by young men and a few older pervs. Some openly ogled the girls, and I knew what they were thinking. Sex sells, even at that young age.

By mid-afternoon, we were all getting hot and tired. We decided we had made enough and called it a day. I checked with Gladys to see how successful we had been, and then I went with her into the store to claim the promised matching funds.

The trip home started smoothly. The girls sat together in the back, which was strange. Calling shotgun was usually a battle at their age. They whispered back and forth, making me wonder what other hijinks they had in mind. We were about halfway to Sam’s home when Amy leaned forward and said, “Jeff, we have a surprise for you.”

“Uh, what kind of surprise?”

She giggled and said, “Sam is going to spend the night with us.”

“What? Don’t you think asking me first would have been a good idea? Sam, do your parents know about this?”

“Yeah, coach,” Sam said, in that little-girl voice I had grown used to. “I called them while you were in the store. My little brother is having a sleepover tonight, and I told them I didn’t want to put up with a bunch of ten-year-old boys. My mom thought it was a good idea.”

“You aren’t ready,” I said, hoping to find a way to derail this dangerous idea. “You didn’t bring clean clothes, pajamas, a toothbrush, or...”

“Jeff,” Amy said, “is that the best you can come up with? I still have some clothes at your place that she can wear. And who the hell wears pajamas anymore?”

I had one bullet left in my gun. “I don’t like that you were so sure I would go along with this, Amy. What if I said no? Maybe I have other plans for tonight.”

“Like what? Let me guess, you were expecting to have me all to yourself. I wonder what you had planned? Another fun night like we had at the beach?”

“Ohh, I want to hear more about that,” Sam said. “And you kinda have to let me spend the night.”

“I have to?”

“Uh-huh, or I might just tell my parents about our night in the hotel.”

Shit, there it was. I had feared that I would be vulnerable to some kind of coercion from the blonde minx someday, but I had expected it to be more of a monetary demand. Of course, having both of them in my home for the night was kind of a wet dream for me, making it hard to resist.

“Okay, okay,” I told them. “But we have to stop at the grocery on the way. I was going to fix steaks tonight, but I only have two.”

“And baked potatoes?” Amy asked.

“Of course. And a salad, which you guys can make.” I tried to make it seem like an ordinary night and ignored that I was again putting myself in a perilous situation.

Amy turned to Sam and said, “He makes great steaks. You’re really gonna like ‘em.”

I do make good steaks. Amy was right about that. When we got home, I started the grill while the girls fixed the salad. Everyone was still wearing the clothes we had worn at the car wash, so by the time we had our meal on my back deck, we were all a little stinky. I told the girls to take showers while I cleaned up the kitchen. Amy used the bathroom in my master suite while Sam took the guest bath in the hall.

By the time I finished cleaning up the kitchen and grill, they were both done. I headed down the hall for my shower when I heard them talking and giggling in Amy’s room. I peeked in and saw Sam wearing one of Amy’s old shirts. Amy likes oversized shirts, and because she is a few inches taller than Sam, the shirt Sammy wore looked more like a dress. It came halfway down her legs, and the short sleeves looked more like long ones.

“That works,” I heard Amy say.

“Yeah,” Sam replied, “I don’t even need shorts now.”

“Or panties,” Amy laughed.

I quietly stepped away before the girls knew I was there. I didn’t want to encourage them more than I had already by allowing Sam to stay with us. After I showered, I went to the living room, sat in my favorite recliner, and started watching TV. It wasn’t long before Sam joined me. She sat down on the loveseat across from me, making no effort to hide her lack of underwear as she made herself comfortable.

A few moments later, Amy came in wearing her usual nighttime attire: a T-shirt and old soccer shorts. She squeezed into the chair with me. We used to do that when she was younger, but now she was bigger, and Sam was watching us. I saw Amy look at her buddy, and they were both grinning. I wondered if this was part of their plan.

That was confirmed a moment later when Amy put her arm around my shoulders and snuggled up against me, while at the same time her free hand found its way under the waistband of my shorts. I started to reach down to pull her hand away but stopped myself. I knew I was fighting a losing battle, both against Amy’s desires and my urges.

I felt her fingers fiddling around until she found my still soft dick. She seemed surprised to find it in that state. She looked at Sam, who was watching us closely. “He’s not even hard,” she said, like a nurse describing a patient’s condition to a doctor.

“Need some help?” Sam asked.

“Sure,” Amy said, trying to bring life to my limp tool.

Why was I having trouble getting an erection? I’ve never been sure, but my best guess is that it was just my conscience kicking in and trying to put a stop to my horrible behavior. It was a losing battle. The sensation of Amy’s hand massaging my manhood was taking effect. Even before Sam joined in, I could feel myself becoming fully tumescent.

Sam sat down on the free arm of my chair and slid her hand next to my niece’s in my increasingly crowded underwear. “Feels good to me,” she said, then before I knew it was coming, she gave me a full open-mouth, tongue-attacking kiss. That girl could kiss.

“Hey,” Amy said, “that’s my uncle you’re kissing.”

Sammy straightened up and replied, “Don’t be greedy. There’s enough here for both of us.” She grabbed my now fully engorged cock and pulled it out of my Jockeys. “See.”

Amy must have felt like she needed to regain control. She got up, stood in front of me, and swiftly pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. Then she looked at Sam, who still had a firm grip on me, and said, “I get to go first.”

“Okay,” Sam sighed, “but don’t break him.”

“Do I get a say in this?” I asked.

“Do you want us to stop?” Amy replied.

“No, I just want you to remember that the thing you girls are fighting over is connected to me, a real man.” They both giggled at that.

Amy pulled her shorts off. I wasn’t surprised to see that she hadn’t bothered with underwear either. With the dexterity of a young athlete, she planted her feet on the chair’s cushions by my hips and squatted over me. She used one hand to rub the purple head of my now rock-hard cock against her slit, and when she was ready she guided it to the opening I had first opened a few months earlier. I saw her smile, eyes closed, as she settled herself slowly down on me. She was as tight as I remembered from our first couplings.

I put my hands under her shirt and massaged her apple-sized breasts, which made her groan. She started moving her hips, rising and falling over my pole like a yo-yo. The combination of her tight vagina, her soft breasts, and her unexpectedly experienced movements were beginning to bring me close to a climax quickly, a crisis I wanted to delay. That’s when Sammy, whom I had almost forgotten about, saved me.