Volleyball Girls
Copyright© 2026 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 7: Life Can Get Messy
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7: Life Can Get Messy - I wasn't athletic enough to play on any teams in high school, but I wanted to participate by being a volunteer equipment manager, maybe for the football or basketball team. When I asked our athletic director, he told me the team that really needed help was the girls' volleyball team. When I seemed reluctant, he said two words that convinced me, "Volleyball shorts."
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction School Group Sex Anal Sex First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Leg Fetish Teacher/Student
I spent the next few days trying to process what had happened. I had almost convinced myself that it had all been a dream or hallucination, because there’s no way a mere mortal like myself could have had such an amazing experience. Was it a once-in-a-lifetime event, never to be equaled in what I hoped were the many years of sexual activity I had to look forward to? Were my new lovers hoping to take advantage of my body more now? And how was I supposed to act around Carol and Faith? Our school wasn’t that big. There were going to be times when I had to face Faith, and there was no way I could avoid seeing Carol at practice. Could I do it without blushing? If I did, would any of the girls suspect what had happened? My paranoia kicked in, and to say my head was spinning was an understatement. Maybe having been used as a life-sized sex doll by two sexually aggressive women had damaged my brain slightly, because I masturbated so much that week with memories of Carol and Faith swimming in my imagination that by Friday morning my dick was sore. Oops, TMI, sorry.
Sunday evening I got a call from Becky. I asked how her vacation had been. “It was great,” she told me. “I always have a good time when we go to Carolina. Did I tell you that my Paw-Paw and Grannie (God, she loved those hokey nicknames) have a farm? They’ve got chickens and cows. They gave me chores this time: feeding the chickens and collecting the eggs. Last year, Paw-Paw bought some horses, and I got to ride one. He even let me drive his tractor, but not very far.”
She stopped, like she was catching her breath, then she went on. “Mama let me drive part of the way home. I’d never driven over 45 before, but she said I needed some more experience before I try to get my license. I turn 16 in four months, you know.”
“That’s great,” I told her. The idea of riding in a car at highway speeds with Becky driving would have scared me, but I guess experiences like that are just part of being a parent.
“I’ve got something exciting to tell you,” she went on. “It’s Alex and Becky stuff. I’d ask you to come over tonight, but Mama and I are kinda tired, so I think we’re both going to bed early. Guess you’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Gotta go, Mama’s calling.”
Yeah, the conversation ended just that fast. She left me wondering what could be so interesting that she seemed really eager to share it with me, but not important enough for her to just tell me. As if I didn’t have enough going on in my head, that just added to my confusion. While I was struggling to fall asleep that night, my somewhat perverted mind came up with a few scenarios that Becky might have found exciting and that qualified as ‘Alex and Becky stuff’.
Was she pregnant? Nah, that wasn’t possible, and I didn’t think she would call that ‘exciting ‘. Besides, as far as I know, there has only been one virgin birth in the last two thousand years or so.
Had she met someone, maybe a new boyfriend? That didn’t seem likely, since she had only been gone for a week, and “Mama” kept her on a tight leash. And why would she be so eager to share that with me?
Maybe she had milked a cow and wanted to tell me how much it reminded her of ... I think I finally fell asleep then.
At practice on Monday, the girls were all happy and bubbly, sharing all the fun, wonderful things they had done on break. The energy level was high, and everyone was eager to play our last few games while keeping our focus on a possible state championship.
There was a rumor that one of the girls, no name mentioned, had ‘gone all the way’ with her boyfriend. If true, I think that brought the number of non-virgins on the team to at least four, as far as I knew. Was Becky about to make it five?
After practice Becky and I headed out to my car as usual. I was hoping she would be ready to tell me what her exciting news was, but instead she just rattled on about how much fun she’d had on her vacation.
“I really like hanging out on my grandparents’ farm,” she told me. “Sometimes I wish I was a country girl.”
“You listen to a lot of country music,” I told her, “but I still think you’re a city girl at heart.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I guess maybe visiting once or twice a year is enough.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. “So, what was the exciting thing you wanted to tell me?”
Instead of answering my question, Becky put her feet up on my dashboard and went off on another tangent, and this one was weird. “I think I told you that my Paw-Paw now has some horses. While I was there, he had a friend bring his stallion over to ... you know, make baby horses.”
“I think those are called foals,” I told her, growing more impatient.
‘Yeah, yeah, I know. So, anyway, he let me watch the stallion doin’ his thing with the mare. I guess he thought I was old enough to see horses having sex. Do you have any idea how big a horse’s dick is?”
I guess I should have seen that question coming, but still, it took me by surprise. “Not really, but horses are big animals, so it only makes sense that their penis should be big.” Very scientific, that answer.
“Damn straight. It started coming out of that place under its body and just kept coming out. It must have been six feet long. I thought the mare might be hurt by it, but once the stallion put his thing in her, she didn’t seem to mind.”
“You can call it a penis. I won’t be embarrassed,” I told her. “Did you enjoy watching that?”
“Oh yeah. Does that make me weird?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I guess watching other people have sex might be weird, but watching animals is just ... nature.”
“I wondered if girl horses had hymens, but I didn’t want to ask my grandad. I was afraid he would want to know why I was so interested in hymens. I was already feeling kinda embarrassed by watching that stallion in action with Paw-Paw right next to me.”
“Beck,” I sighed, my patience wearing thin, “what is the exciting news you wanted to tell me, and don’t say it’s how big stallions’ dicks are.”
She giggled and said, “Nah, it’s better than that. One morning after breakfast, I headed out to do my chores, but when I heard Mama talking with her parents about me, I stopped in the hall and listened. I didn’t hear everything they said, but I heard your name mentioned. That night Mama told me that she had decided I could start dating, but only you. I guess she really likes you. I’ll have a curfew, of course, and she’ll want to know where we’re going, but at least we can have some time together somewhere other than my room.”
“That’s great,” I told her. “So, should we go to the zoo Saturday and watch the animals screwing? You seem to like that stuff. I saw some chimpanzees going at it there when I was about ten. It was fun, until they started throwing poop at us.”
“You goofball. Nah, I’d rather have dinner and a movie, something normal ... and romantic.”
“Then we could go make out?” I suggested.
Becky didn’t say anything for a few seconds, then she sighed and said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, Alex, but making out in your car isn’t really romantic. If I’m gonna lose my virginity, I’d rather go to a nice hotel or do it in my bed.”
“Whoa, don’t get too far ahead of yourself. I still think you should wait longer before going all the way.”
Becky smiled and said, “I’m glad you said that. I’ve been having second thoughts about giving up my virginity too soon. Let’s just go on a few dates, get to know each other away from volleyball and ... ugh, Algebra, and see where it leads.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I told her.
When I pulled into her driveway, we saw her mom’s car there and Becky suggested I go inside and say hello. As soon as we walked in the door, Becky headed for her room while Olivia greeted me with a smile and a big hug. I mean, a seriously big hug. She held me close, breasts poking against my chest, and for a second I thought she was going to kiss me. I looked over her shoulder and saw that Becky had already disappeared into her room, so she didn’t see what her mom was doing. When Olivia finally released me, she looked like she might have been embarrassed by greeting me like a long-lost boyfriend. Chalk it up as another example of my mysterious ability to attract older women.
After Olivia managed to pry herself off my body, she said, “Did Becky tell you I decided it’s okay for her to start dating now, but just with you? You seem to bring out the best in her, and I trust you.” I was pretty sure Olivia might have felt different if she had seen my semen dripping out of her daughter’s mouth a few days ago.
“Yes, ma’am. Maybe a pizza and movie night this weekend?”
“Sounds good to me,” I heard Becky say from behind her mother.
So, just that quickly, Becky and I had a date. There was just one problem. While Becky had been gone, I had enjoyed being alone and had begun to wonder if my feelings for her were more about lust and not the other ‘l’ word that I had used when describing our relationship to Carol. Still, it was a date, and I had to follow up with it.
The evening started out all right. The pizza place was one I liked, and for some reason it wasn’t very busy. As normal for a Saturday night, the theater was packed. While we were waiting in the lobby, a couple of my friends, Tim and Chaz, saw us and came over. They were there with their girlfriends, so I did the polite thing and introduced Becky to all of them, and we talked for a while.
After the doors opened, we found seats and settled in for the almost three-hour movie. As we were leaving, Becky told me she needed to use the restroom. I was waiting for her when my buddies and their dates spotted me again and came over.
The four of them surrounded me. I felt like I was in the middle of an intervention, which in a way, was true. Tim started it by asking me, “So, when did you become a cradle-robber?”
“What’re you talking about?” I asked, even though I knew what he meant.
“Becky’s a freshman, right?”
“Sophomore,” I corrected him.
“So, fourteen?” Chaz asked.
“Almost sixteen,” I told him, “but why the fuck do you guys care?”
“You should be dating girls your age,” Sharon, Tim’s girl, added.
I was getting pissed, not only about being bushwhacked, but because I did feel a little guilty about being with Becky. That’s when she came back from the restroom and saved me. The group scattered, then Becky asked, “What was that all about?”
“Nothing important, just a couple guys who were jealous when they saw me with you.”
“No, I saw how those girls were looking at me, like I was their little sister or something. Or ... maybe it was just jealousy. I am adorable, after all.”
“That you are,” I told her.
I drove Becky home and walked her to the front door. I had the feeling that Olivia still didn’t totally trust me, and might have been watching, so we shared a quick, chaste kiss, perfectly normal for an almost-sixteen-year-old girl’s first date, and I told her goodnight.
Our last game before district playoffs was on a Saturday afternoon, which was unusual. Our opponent was Ridgemont High, a rival school for us in all sports. It was a tough, five-set match, but we won. Luckily, Ridgemont was one of the newer schools in the area, and the visitors’ locker room had nice showers. Not all the players liked to shower right after a match, but that night Carol encouraged all of them to take advantage of the nice facilities, so at least the bus smelled a little better than usual on our trip home.
As it turned out, Carol had gone to college with the Ridgemont coach, and they had plans to go out after the game. “You’re in charge of herding the cats,” she told me. “Just don’t get caught with your dick somewhere it shouldn’t be.” Fortunately, for me and my dick, the ride home was uneventful. It was only after we got back that things went a little wacky.
I took Carol’s usual seat, behind the driver, and Becky sat next to me. Maybe it was the insults that had been thrown at me by my friends at the movie, or my own guilt, but I almost asked her to sit with the rest of the team. I didn’t follow through on that, because by now I figured everyone knew we were a couple, even if I was still struggling with the idea.
Because it was the end of a successful season and we had defeated our rival, I had a happy bunch of cats to herd. There was even an ear-busting effort at covering Queen’s classic, “We Are the Champions,” coming loudly from the back of the bus. I decided to put on my coaching pants and warned the girls not to celebrate too much until after the playoffs, and what we hoped would be a state championship.
When we got back to school, Becky’s Mama was waiting to take her home, so I was free to celebrate our success all by myself. It was only six o’clock, plenty of time to do something, but I had nothing planned. I was heading for my car, trying to decide what video game I was going to play that night when I heard Carla’s voice behind me. “Hey, Al, got a sec?”
She was standing by her car, with Monica Bayshore beside her. Monica, in case you’ve forgotten, was the spectacularly beautiful setter who I had seen fooling around with Milly on the bus. I walked over to them and asked, “What’s up?”
“Doin’ anything tonight?” Carla asked.
“Just going home and playing some video games.”
Carla smiled and said, “B-o-o-ring. You should have more fun than that. Monica and I are hanging out at my house. My parents are out of town tonight, so I’m gonna raid my dad’s liquor cabinet. Wanna join us and have a little party, or do you need to get permission from your girlfriend first?”
The mocking way she said that was just one more burr under my saddle when it came to Becky. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about her being thought of as my girlfriend by everybody except maybe me. Sure, we had been spending a lot of time together, and we had one amazing afternoon when I came close to popping her cherry, but that was more about sex and not about love. Okay, I know that makes me sound like a jerk, and I probably was in those days. That might have partially been a hangover from my breakup with Daisy. That’s a poor excuse for what happened later that night, but when Carla gave me the invitation, I readily accepted.
I followed Carla home. The Myers’ home was in a nice, gated neighborhood, and their house was perched at the head of a cul-de-sac. I knew Carla had a nicer car than most of the kids in school, but until I saw that house, I didn’t realize how rich her parents were.
I parked next to her and followed the girls to the front door. After we went inside, Monica headed straight for the liquor cabinet between the living room and dining room, so I knew this wasn’t the first time they had “borrowed” Mr. Myers booze. It looked like a large collection, which is probably why Carla felt safe that her dad wouldn’t notice a few shots missing.
Carla had disappeared and quickly returned wearing a large T-shirt that hung almost down to her knees. Since she was a big girl anyway, it must have been a size XXX-Large. She went to the kitchen, got two bags of chips and three glasses, and put them on the coffee table in the living room. While she was doing that, Monica had gone down the hall and changed clothes. She must have been a frequent visitor, and had left some of her clothes there. When she came back she was wearing a bright yellow t-shirt and large, baggy red shorts. “You look like a stoplight,” I told her, which earned me a dirty look, but even a scowl from Monica was a magnificent thing to see.
The girls sprawled out on a large, expensive-looking sofa with the coffee table in front of them. I sat in what probably was Mr. Myers’ favorite chair. Carla got a little careless (on purpose?) and I discovered that all she had on under that large shirt was a pair of classic white, cotton panties. Monica had pulled half-empty bottles of bourbon, vodka, and rum from the cabinet, and Carla said. “Help yourself. As long as we don’t empty any of these, we should be okay. There’s some sodas in the fridge if you need a mixer.”
I picked the bourbon because it was the spirit I had the most experience with. Carla and Monica both went with vodka, and we started drinking and talking. The conversation started with school stuff, then volleyball, but as we drank more, it soon turned to sex - specifically virginity. That seemed odd, because as much as Monica and Carla hung out together, they must have known everything about each other’s sexual experiences. I could see what was coming, but didn’t know how to avoid it.
Carla told us about losing her virginity when she was sixteen, while she was working at a Christian summer camp. Her deflowerer was one of the senior counselors, a real man of the lord. I thought that was ironic, but kept my mouth shut.