Shoplifting Has Its Consequences
Copyright© 2025 by Rachel 42
Chapter 19: Making the Team
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 19: Making the Team - A young teen is caught shoplifting and pays the price.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Blackmail Fiction True Story Incest First Masturbation Petting Squirting
With our workouts finished and the team chosen, we were prepared to play our first game of the season tonight. My friend Bob was excited to watch us play. I knew I wasn’t going to be one of the starters, but I was excited just the same. I was quite sure that I would get into the games and hoped to do my best and help the team.
Laura wasn’t going to be a starter either, although she played well, I knew that as a spare she would help the team whenever she got the opportunity. Laura was a good teammate; she was both encouraging and led by example. She had a great attitude.
Laura and I walked to school together that evening for our first game. We all were to meet downstairs in the locker room, where we would change into our black shorts and wait for the uniform tops that would be issued to us. We sat along the wall, I was beside Laura, all of us in our bras and our shorts when one of our assistant coaches came in and passed out our jerseys. When I got mine, I turned it over and saw that I had been issued number nine. I really didn’t have a preference of numbers; I was just so happy that I made the team.
I stood up and pulled the jersey over my head. It was skintight, not something that I thought would hide the movement my boobs would make. I looked around at the other girls and like me, their jerseys were skintight also, but at least they didn’t have to worry about having tits like mine swaying all over for all to see.
Now that we were all dressed, we left the locker room and went out for our pre-game warmup. It started easy at first, just hitting the ball back and forth with a team-mate, but then we began some practice drills that were a little more athletic, and that is when my boobs became noticeable. At one point, while doing jumping jacks, they even came out of my bra, and I had to quickly tuck them back in.
The boys in the bleachers were quick to notice, and I am sure their eyes were only on me, at least that is how I felt. I got a quick visit from Julie, she was our captain, and to her credit, she came over and told me that she sympathized with my problem, but to remember that we were a team, and she had my back. I thanked her for the encouragement, and she smiled and said: “No problem boobs.”
I realized that if you can’t hide something, then you must take it and run with it, boobs was going to be my nickname, so I was going to accept it and not worry what anyone thought.
When the warmup was over, we all went back to the locker room for fifteen minutes before game time. Again, I got a visit from Julie, and she sat beside me and said: “Rachel, I know that you have had so many jokes and people making fun of you and your boobs, but honestly, a lot of us would kill to have a rack like yours, actually, maybe not quite that big, but you know what I mean. I just want you to know that we all are pulling for you, we don’t care about how big you are, we love you as a teammate, and that is all that matters, do you understand boobs?”
I smiled and responded: “Thanks Julie, I will embrace my new nickname and all I care about is helping my team win any way I can.” The coach poked her head through the door and said it was time to go. We all huddled, said some encouraging words to each other, cheered, and then headed upstairs to the gym.
I looked around, we had a large contingent of students and parents in attendance, I saw Bob and smiled at him. I recognized others up there as well. I took my place standing on the sidelines and carefully watched and cheered my teammates on. We were playing a best of five format, and after winning the first two sets, our coach put me in to start the third set. I thought I played okay, but there were several times that my boobs became extremely noticeable with my quick movements. I tried not to let it bother me, but a few boys in the crowd let everyone know how they felt about it.
“Woo, Rachel, nice tits Rachel, swing them again Rachel.” It was the noise from some of the boys, but I carried on and played my game. Our coach was getting pissed off with how some of the boys were acting, they just didn’t let up. More remarks about how my boobs were the focus of the event. She felt sorry for me, but I did my best to tune it out.
We eventually beat the other team in three straight sets, and later in the locker room, I had stripped naked and taken a shower with my teammates, and was later sitting on the bench, I had pulled my panties on and also a pair of shorts, but still hadn’t put my bra and blouse on. The coach came into the locker room and sat beside me.
“Rachel, you played well out there tonight, I am proud of you, and as for those idiot boys, I really hope you don’t let that deter you from playing the game, you were blessed with boobs that most women would die for, so try to keep your head up and not let it bother you.” My coach said.
I looked at her and said: “Coach, I have heard that kind of shit for years now, I have decided to let it go in one ear and out the other. Julie has shown me encouragement and so have the rest of the girls, I am so happy to be here, so happy that I am on this team. Those boys can flap their gums all they want; it isn’t going to bother me. Just call me boobs, like the rest of the girls, I am going to embrace my new nickname and have fun doing it.”
I stood, shook my boobs for the girls to see and yelled: “Great win tonight girls, let’s keep it going.”
The rest of the team clapped and yelled; great chemistry was forming on the team. It was going to be a fun year.
After every win that season, standing in front of my teammates and bouncing my boobs up and down became a team tradition, the girls loved it, and it made me feel more like part of the team.
I finished dressing and we left the locker room; I was one of the last girls leaving. I walked out and saw Bob standing there waiting for me. I smiled and he came over and congratulated me on winning our games. Then one of his friends that I recognized came over and joined us.
“Hi Rachel, do you remember me, I’m Bruce, you gave me a blowjob for twenty bucks a few months ago, remember?” He spoke.
I answered: “Yes, I remember.”
Then he spoke again: “Well, I assume you are still in the business, so I was thinking that I wouldn’t mind fucking you and playing those huge hooters of yours, is the price still twenty bucks?”
Bob interrupted: “Leave her alone Bruce, she doesn’t do that anymore.”
I then butted in: “It’s okay Bob, if Bruce wants to fuck me, then maybe he can fuck me, however my price is now seventy-five dollars, you need your own condom and you have to take me to a motel.”
Bruce knew that he had crossed the line, but he also knew that he wanted me, so he said: “I’ll get back to you Rachel, I’ll get back to you.”
We walked away and Bob said: “Rachel, you know you don’t have to sell yourself anymore, you have money now, you have friends, and you have my entire family, we all care about you, please Rachel, think it over, you don’t have to do this anymore.”
I answered: “I know Bob, I know I don’t have to do it, but think about it Bob, if that asshole wants to give me seventy-five bucks for about ten minutes, then he is the loser Bob, not me, that is how I look at it, he isn’t taking advantage of me Bob, I am taking advantage of him, him and all of his needless remarks at the game, and trust me Bob, if he decides to take me up on the offer, he will get laid and nothing more. My mom must work about four days to make seventy-five bucks.”
Bob was disappointed in my reasoning, and he tried to understand, and then I continued: “Do you see now why I can’t be your steady girlfriend Bob, because I am who I am, I’m still a whore Bob, I still love to fuck Bob, and when there is money involved, then that is even more enticing.”
Bob hung his head: “I know Rachel, I understand, it’s just that I care so much for you, and when we are together, I feel so good, so happy.”
“Do you want to come to my house, and go for a swim or just hang out Rachel?” Bob asked.
Rachel answered: “No Bob, not tonight, I am kind of tired, I think I will just head home, but thanks for the invite.”
Bob and I kissed good night, and I began walking home.
A couple of minutes later a car stopped and rolled down the driver’s side window. It was Bruce. He said to me: “Okay Rachel, I have the money, seventy-five bucks, hop in, and we will go to the motel.”
Bruce held out his hand with the cash in it: “Take the money and hop in Rachel.”
I looked at the money, took it and tucked it into my purse and got into the front seat with him: “Okay Bruce, straight to the motel, into the room, I will undress and you can look at me and then fuck me, then we are done, got it?”
Bruce was okay with her rules, and he drove off to the motel. He went into the office, rented a room, came back to the car, drove to and parked in front of room number nine. I looked at the room number, and smiled, now what are the odds of that.
We got out of the car, Bruce unlocked the door and we walked inside, Bruce locked the door behind him and looked at me. “I’ve wanted this for a while now Rachel, you are so fucking hot to look at, and watching those huge tits of yours, it just made me want you more.”
I listened to him and then undid the buttons on the front of my blouse and set it down on the nightstand. “Do you like what you see so far Bruce? Why don’t you start undressing and get ready?”
I then reached around and unhooked my bra and let it fall into my hands, then I laid it on top of my blouse on the nightstand. “Now, I bet you like what you see a whole lot more, don’t you Bruce.” I then undid my shorts and pulled them down, and without wasting any more time I took off my panties, stood for a few seconds in front of him completely naked and again asked: “How do you like me now?”
By now he had completely stripped, and I got into bed. He came in right after me and began feeling me up. I began to wonder if he was more interested in my boobs than he was in fucking me. After a couple of minutes of him feeling me up, I reached down to make sure he was hard, and no surprise at all, he was rock hard.
“Get on Bruce, get on top of me and give that hard cock of yours, put a condom on Bruce, and slide it into my twat Bruce.” I talked like a slut so that his cock would stay hard and he would hopefully cum sooner.
Bruce pulled out his condom, and I watched as he easily slid it over his cock, he wasn’t very big, but I really didn’t care, he had been kind of rude earlier, so I didn’t feel any loyalty other than earning the money he had paid. Once he had it on, he climbed on me, and I helped him guide his hardon into my pussy.
Although I didn’t really want to say anything to him, but it felt good, I always liked the feel of a hard cock entering and then fucking me. I waited to see if he would say anything, and it took a while, but he did finally tell me how good his cock felt inside of me. He couldn’t keep his free hand off my boobs and he played with them continually as he pounded my cunt hole. I didn’t expect him to last as long as he did, but again, I was surprised at how good he was. He was gentle, determined to make me feel good, not at all like the jerk that had talked to me earlier.