Chapter 17: Team Bonds

The white rabbits bounced around randomly. My black-eared one sprinted from our house to the bush and back again. The few new cute white ones peeked out from under the bush. Two joined the black-eared rabbit on the front yard tour.

Nothing soared above them nor stalked from the bushes.

“I was able to book a place for our trip next week,” Mom sipped her coffee.

“Why do we have to go?” I whined.

“I have practice, and my team needs me. You always said practice was important. And friends are important. And the team is important.”

“We’ve talked about this. Our therapist thinks we need time together. We haven’t had the chance since your father, then the move, and my work,” Mom explained in her little kid’s voice.

“Fuck you, Mom, I don’t want to go,” I yelled while retreating to my room.

She’s so awful.

Coach Mark ran us hard, which burnt off the fight with Mom. We did double the number of warm-up laps. Everyone had to be focused and make all our passes, or the team did push-ups.

Everyone except Tess collapsed after practice.

“Why was practice so hard today?” Zoe asked, failing to wipe much of the sweat off her face.

“Because of yesterday, Zoe,” Lise wheezed back.

Zoe’s eyes grew wide, and her upper lip trembled.

“Girls, I am so, so sorry. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help myself.” Zoe eyes misted.

Zoe is a complete air-head, but why does she think the big fight was her fault?

“Zoe, it’s not because you had that extra pie last night. It’s because of something else.” Tess panted out.

“It was cake. I knew I shouldn’t have.” Zoe tried to explain.

“Zoe, it’s for something else.” Fenna put her arm around Zoe while giving her a small kiss on her cheek.

“Promise,” Zoe asked back.

“Yes, Zoe, It was something Lise and Tess did.” Bella joined the pair on the other side.

“Oh, that makes sense.” Zoe giggled when Bella tickled her.

“100%,” Eva commented beside me.

“What?” I asked as everyone collapsed.

“You wouldn’t know that she scored 100% in the State Math Contest,” Eva whispered.

“What?” Zoe was a math genius?

“Shut Up, or we run more laps.” Coach Jerk screamed.

The slight whispering stopped. Even the bugs respected the command.

I stared at Zoe. I did not know what to expect. She was sweet, almost as kind as Fenna. She was very much an airhead, but so was Julia. She was a Math Genius? Zoe was holding a piece of grass, staring at its slight curve. That blonde was an Einstein?

“Does everyone understand?” Coach Wilson began the talk.

No! Wait, I missed that.

Coach Wilson’s scowl held my tongue. If it’s something important, I’ll figure it out later.

“Great, go home and be ready for tomorrow’s practice.”

I glanced at Abigail. She was sleeping on her back, Ada curled around her, staring at the bright blue sky.

Julia groaned beside me, so not asleep but also not moving.

“Does anyone want to come golfing?” Tess called out.

Groans met her offer. No way am I moving this afternoon. I’ll need a salt bath and sixty or seventy hours of sleep before my body will let me do something like that.

“What kind?” Zoe asked.

“Mini, do you want to come?” Tess’s voice raised in excitement.

“No, I don’t like any kind of golf,” Zoe responded.

She shuffled over to Bella.

Home, bath, texts, food, and sleep, some repeated, before Friday arrived.

It’s been forever since we had a good Friday practice.

Pantiless and braless, I stood scrutinizing the new corner kick formation. Coach Jerk wanted me to be more offensive. My little x had squiggly lines showing me running up the sidelines for a quick turnaround kick. Tess tapped me on the shoulder and gave me a thumbs-up before we moved to position.

“Ok, Ready?” Coach Wilson yelled, but Lise and Tess shouted for attention.

“We wanted to try something new,” Lise’s shout reverberated off the industrial buildings around us.

Oh no, Lise and her wild ideas.

“Yeah, something fun,” Tess supported her.

Tess is not insane. Lise might suggest we practice on our hands and knees while barking like dogs. Shit, Tess might find that challenging.

“No shorts.” Lise laughed while they both pulled their shorts down.

Where are there sparkles in their pubic hair? No way do pussies sparkle like that.

Lise’s lips dangled down, swaying as she giggled. Tess’s pussy was a barely visible slit.

A bus pulled into the parking lot. We all stared as the driver bolted from the door, sprinting to the field washroom.

Oh, shit, I keep forgetting that this is a public place where actual public people can be.

Cautiously, a small group of tourists emerged from the bus, cameras out.

“Ada, grab your phone. I want to get a video,” Abigail yelled while we stood like zombies, staring at the milling group.

Abigail was soon naked, walking across the field while Ada pointed a white phone at her.

“I feel like I’ve forgotten to do something today,” Abigail yelled over the slight ambient noise.

Her breasts bounced with each step. The tourists noticed us and began to take photos.

“Oh, no. I’m naked, and those tourists are taking photos of me. Oh, no, I forgot to feed the fish.” Abigail yelled before turning to run back.

“Fucking tourists,” Tess stamped her foot.

“Fuck the tourist?” Zoe asked, fingers in the waistband of her shorts.

“No, Zoe. Tourists ruin everything,” Lise growled from between clenched teeth.

“I guess,” Zoe pulled her shorts off, flashing the group in the process.

“Girls, stop staring and get to positions.” Coach Mark screamed, startling even the bus people.

We walked to positions, Tess, Lise, and Zoe leaving their shorts in the middle of the field. Abigail didn’t bother to get dressed, while Ada kept filming as she moved.

A loud bang interrupted whatever Coach Mark was saying. The driver had walked out of the washroom. His eyes bludged out as he stumbled to the busload of tourists, waving at them to get back on the bus. We had two run-throughs before the camera-faced tourists finally squeezed onto the bus.

We began offensive corner kicks.

Fenna kicked a long high ball straight to my feet, but her flying breasts distracted me, and I missed the ball, landing on my back.

Coach Mark began to yell at me when Red and Blue lights lit up the field.

The cops?

Everyone stopped to stare.

A dirty blonde female police officer exited the car and slowly walked towards us. While she appeared big and heavy in all her gear, she glided over the ground towards us.

“What do you want?” Lise yelled at the officer.

“You hold your tongue, young lady.” The officer yelled back, raising an index finger.

“Fuck, Lise. Just shut up,” I whispered under my breath.

The busty officer put a hand on her weapon and stared at the troublesome blonde girl while walking to the Coaches.

Lise opened her mouth to yell, but Coach Lisa’s calm manner interrupted her, “What can we do for you?”

The officer glanced around at everyone like my kindergarten teacher used to do with Charlotte and me.

“Are you going to use your nightstick on us again?” Zoe asked.

“No, Zoe. Not right now. Official business.” The officer gently explained.

“Bullshit, you’re such a bitch.” Lise yelled over.

“I will arrest you.” The officer’s eyes narrowed as she turned and stepped towards Lise.

“What’s up, Jennette? Or should we call you officer?” Coach Mark asked.

“Just that we received a complaint. I wanted to warn you that we have a new guy. Who is very serious. He’s all business.” Officer Jennette responded with a slight smile.

“So,” Lise demanded.

“So, you’re a screw-up, little sister. I didn’t want you to fuck over your team.” Officer Jennette growled at Lise.

Sisters, of course.

“Shorts on Lise, Tess, and Zoe. And Abigail, wear some fucking clothes,” Jennette commanded,

“Fenna, you have lovely breasts, but you need to contain them.”

We all added clothing. Mostly just bras while Jennette, Lisa, and Mark talked.

We were just returning to the field when another police car arrived, lights spinning.

A tall, no-nonsense officer stepped from the vehicle and diligently walked to Jennette, Lisa, and Mark.

“Officer.”

“Officer.”

The male paused and scrutinized us.

His monotone voice stated, “We had reports of an indecent exposure in the park.”

“The girls are not the best soccer players. But they are decent.” Coach Mark replied in an equally flat voice.

“Indecent exposure means nudity in a public place.” The officer intoned.

He continued to scrutinize us.

“What are you doing here?” He asked Coach Mark while still analyzing us.

“Practicing soccer.”

“Why?”

“To get better.”

“Why are all the girls wearing the same uniform? Are they part of a gang?”

“No, that’s their soccer uniform.”

The officer continued to stare at us. He spent two or three seconds on each girl while tapping his finger on the holster of his gun.

“Why does that one have dark hair?” The officer pointed at me.

“Because she’s not blonde.” Coach Mark responded.

Thankfully, the officer did not witness Coach Mark’s ‘Are you stupid?’ face.

“She doesn’t fit. Are you sure she is with you?” The officer stared at me.

“Yes.”

I glanced around for our team’s reactions. Jenette was holding her finger up at Lise. Lise had her hands clenched, knuckles white.

Zoe hugged Bella while Fenna hugged them both.

The rest were frowning, staring at the officer.

“Ok.”

The male officer turned and walked back to his car.

What the hell?

“I can’t tell if he was joking with the straightest face or if he is actually like that.” Coach Mark commented while turning to Jennette.

“Honestly, no one can tell. Either the dryest sense of humor, stupid, or both.”

Jennette chuckled back.

Parents arrived. Practice must be over.

“Before you leave, I have a special announcement.” Coach Mark waved us into a circle.

Everyone groaned but complied.

“If we win tomorrow, I have booked a special act for the party.” He beamed at us.

He never smiles. Why was he smiling?

“If we lose, do you cancel the act?” Anna asked her dad.

“No. It will be fun. I arranged for a magician, a DJ, and a rapper to entertain us.” Coach Mark gestured with his hands. He only does that when coaching soccer.

I like magicians. Everyone likes magicians. And California has some of the best rappers next to New York.

“Dad, could we, like, not?” Anna asked again.

Eva whispered, “Every year, Mark tries to book some fun act, and every year something stupid happens.”

“The pony rides were fun,” Fenna commented from the other side.

“Until it ate the cake and shat everywhere,” Eva added.

“Anna, I booked it at a new place this year.” Coach Mark’s voice dropped an octave with Anna.

“So? But not this year, ok?” Anna pleaded.

“The clown was cool,” Fenna added.

“Until the police arrested him for not paying child support,” Eva added.

“Yeah, that was fucking awesome.” Lise laughed on the other side of Fenna.

“Anna, I booked Micheal’s Magical Entertainment. It’s a whole show thing. They said it was very popular with young ladies. I know you girls are not into clowns and ponies anymore.”

“Do you remember the fairy princess party we had in grade 4?” Lise asked Fenna.

“I remember Mark’s neighbor fucking one of them in the basement. Ruined the whole princess thing for me,” Fenna responded.

“Were you there for that, Eva?” Lise asked.

“No, my first year was the fire eater,” Eva responded.

“Oh, shit, that was so funny. Margot, they used to have a wooden shed in the backyard...” Lise started before the argument became heated between Dad and Daughter.

“Dad, you idiot. It references Magic Mike, as in the stripper movie...” Anna shouted at him.

“Dear, I’m sure it’s not. Many people are named Micheal.” Coach Lisa stepped in.

“Anyway, you’d better win tomorrow. Get out of here.” Coach Mark officially ended the practice.

“Margot, we are going to the movies. Do you want to come?” Eva asked as we packed up.

“I don’t want to be a third wheel,” I replied.

“That’s just it, Julia has the car, she’s driving, and well, Sofia and I wanted, to you know...” Eva pleaded with me.

“Sure, sounds fun.”

I was barely home when Sofia arrived wearing a cute white crop top, making her breasts appear even more unwieldy. She’s so toned. The white contrasted perfectly with her mocha-cream skin.

“Eva will love your bright yellow shorts,” I commented.

“You think? I just bought them for her.” Sofia asked with an undertone of worry.

Young love is so cute.

“They are perfect.” I hugged her.

They are perfect. Sofia’s cute little butt cheeks peeked out while the shorts pulled tight to give her the sexiest little camel toe, unhindered by panties. The yellow clashed a bit with her skin. No way was I going to tell her that.

“Margot, do you have any eye shadow? All mine suck,” Sofia asked while wandering to the washroom.

“Mom has a shade that will be perfect,” I replied, following her in.

We spent the next half hour selecting and rejecting various shades. All too quickly, Julia was honking from the driveway.

A strawberry-red BMW convertible was rocking Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. Our anthem for the summer of grade 6. Everyone loves this song.

Julia’s blonde head bobbed in the driver’s seat, waving her arms around, breasts threatening to escape the small blue bikini top. Eva stood beside the passenger side, wearing a similar green bikini. The scene was either a travel ad for California or the beginning of a porn movie. Either way, my spirit soared. Even if my black rocker shirt, my new favorite, contrasted severely with their bright colors. My black tights doubled down on the contrast.

“Are we going to the beach?” I asked Julia as Sofia and Eva jumped into the back seat to cuddle, kiss, and play with each other.

“Should I go back in and put on my bathing suit?” I asked, glancing between their matching outfits. Eva wore a cute white skirt, while Julia had white shorts. Neither covered the bikini bottoms much.

“Like, no. But. Those two totally want to borrow your room.” Julia laughed.

“They could,” I responded.

My house is why less public, and Julia, like her mother, means sexy fun while the love birds do their stuff.

“Like, No, right,” Julia yelled.

The car screeched out of the driveway.

Oh shit, does Julia even know how to drive?

She was a surprisingly good driver.

We sat at the back of the theater, Eva and Sofia in the corner at one end of the row, while Julia and I were beside the aisle at the other end. The movie barely started when Sofia put her legs up on the seats in front. She had one leg already out of her shorts. While it was too dark to get all the details, Eva had her hand buried between Sofia’s legs while they kissed.

My mind spun at the sight. Now, I wished we had stayed home and that Eva and Sofia allowed me to watch in a much brighter room.

How awesome to ride my dildo while the pair played. Julia’s fingers rubbed my slit and changed my desires.

“Do you like mind?” She cooed in my ear.

Of course, I didn’t mind her rubbing me. Electric bolts were traveling up and down my body. Eva’s hand jackhammered in and out of Sofia’s wide-spread legs, and now Julia was rubbing hard on my pussy, the best movie experience ever.

“Like Margot,” Julia whispered.

“Oh, Julia, that feels good,” I commented a little too loudly.

“Yeah, right. I know. So you know?” Julia exclaimed.

What did she mean? Her fingertips expertly played with me. They pushed against the fabric, trying to gain full access.

“Fuck Margot.” Julia was annoyed.

What?

She stopped, grabbed my hands, and moved them to her body. My left to her pussy, my right awkwardly to her left breast. Oh, I am so stupid sometimes.

Her fingers returned to fighting my tights for better access to my sopping pussy.

I pushed aside her bikini top, caressing and playing with her hard little nipple. My other hand did the same with her bikini bottom, sliding up and down her soaked lips. She was leaking and so slippery that it was easy to slip in a finger.

Julia spread her legs wider and moved them to the top of the seats like Sofia.

I glanced over at those two. Eva was on her knees, head buried in Sofia’s crotch. Sofia had one hand pushing Eva’s head while the other played with her exposed breasts. She had pushed her shirt up and removed her bra. Her pale breasts shone like beacons in the dark movie theatre. Lust consumed me.

Julia stopped playing with my pussy and moved her hands to my breasts. My shirt was loose enough for her to gain easy access to my bra, which she removed like an expert.

One hand pulled my breast through the neck hole while the other pushed the fabric over my pussy.

My fingers were gliding in and out of Julia’s loose pussy, while I pawed at her exposed breast.

My position allowed me to spy on Eva eating Sofia. Sofia was moaning, her bright white chest heaving in the darkness. Her breasts glowed in the light from the movie.

Rip, Julia’s nails ripped my tights, finally giving her easier access. Her finger shot electricity up my body.

“What’s going on here?” A loud female voice startled me while a bright light blinded me.

“Like what the hell, Tess?” Julia asked while pulling her arms back.

I sat up. Anna was shining a similar light on Sofia and Eva.

“That was so funny,” Tess laughed.

“I have video,” Anna added while Sofia and Eva dressed.

“Fuck, like that wasn’t funny,” Julia laughed with Tess

“What’s going on here?” a jerk usher shone his flashlight on us.

“You girls have to leave,” he said, pointing at the exit.

Tess, Anna, and Julia giggled as they filled past while Eva, Sofia, and I kept our eyes down.

“How was the movie?” Tess asked while we sat down at a food court table.

“Great,” Eva responded.

“I don’t know, was it a horror?” I asked.

“No, more comedy,” Sofia responded.

No one had watched the movie.

Anna bought drinks for the table while we sat and talked about stuff.

My breasts kept wanting to escape. My bra was on the floor in the theater. Dammit, bras are expensive, and this shirt needed one.

The hole in my pants grew as I squirmed on the seat.

“Does anyone want a shot?” Sofia asked while holding up a bottle of vodka.

Eva and Anna both took a shot in their drink. Julia and Tess said no because they were driving, while I don’t like alcohol.

With alcohol flowing, Eva and Anna became louder, and Tess, Julia, and I fed off the energy. Sofia quietly watched everyone while cuddling with Eva. Sofia had three times the number of shots. They were growing louder and more silly while Sofia appeared normal. Wow, she held her alcohol well.

“We’re out? I’ll go get some more,” Anna stood, offering her hand to Tess.

Tess rolled her eyes. I shook my head no. Eva and Sofia stayed glued to the chairs and each other while Julia was too busy staring at a small pack of boys.

“Love you, babe,” Anna giggled and slipped away.

The pack of boys approached us. Julia beamed her sparkling smile at them, twirling her hair as they made stupid jokes. I hunched down and tried to stay covered.

They were the stereotypical SoCal male teenagers, surfer wannabes. The only difference was their shirts: yellow, pale red, pale blue, and white.

“Busy,” Tess raised her palm to a boy who leaned in too close.

Julia thrust out her chest and gave the boys her number. Thankfully, she was smart enough to use a fake one. The boys were too stupid to text her and confirm.

Yellow and white shirts sat in the empty seats while the other two, pale red and pale blue, stood around Julia. She giggled and touched their bare arms while biting her index fingernail.

“What’s your problem?” the yellow shirt asked Tess.

“You’re a fucking loser,” she responded and made a point of turning towards me.

“Just cause you have huge knockers, you can’t talk that way to us. Do you know who my Daddy is?” The white shirt whined.

Wow, has he ever heard himself speak? White boy privilege and arrogance.

“I sure do. We fucked last night,” Tess leaned forward to show her cleavage before turning and kissing me.

“Fuck you, lezbo,” The white shirt stammered.

Yellow shirt, his friend, avoided looking at him and distanced himself.

Sofia and Eva made a point of giggling to get the boys’ attention before kissing and groping each other.

“Fucking Lezbo’s,” white shirt stood to leave.

“It’s hot. We should stay,” the yellow shirt commented.