Chapter 3: Wednesday, I Finally Made Some New Friends

Mom woke me up really early - 7:30 am early. Why do people get up this early?

“I have work today.” She said as she put some bread in the toaster.

“I thought you didn’t have to start till next week?” I asked, rubbing my eyes and adding a large spoonful of sugar to my near-white coffee.

“Yeah, they want me to start today.” She informed me as she ran around packing a leather, professional bag.

My heart dropped. That meant I had no way of getting to practice today. That sucks. I wanted to show off my new soccer skills to sexy Lisa.

Reading my mind, Mom commented, “Erin, Abby’s mom, will drive you,” between trips between her bedroom and the kitchen.

“Abigail,” I corrected, remembering what Tess had said yesterday.

“What?” Mom paused in her movements.

“She doesn’t like to be called Abby. It’s Abigail,” I explained.

Mom smiled at me.

“Love you,” Mom said as she kissed my forehead and rushed away.

“What time...”I began, but the garage door closed before I finished.

I unpacked a few boxes, mainly clothes I used to love but were now too drab and baggy. Charlotte and I had bought most of them together, more her style, which by default had become my style. I wished I had a unique style, something I needed to get before school began.

My math teacher claimed to have loved moving to new places as people there didn’t know her. She claimed to become someone new each time. Maybe it’s time for me to become someone new.

Maybe someone who wore more color. Maybe someone brave. Someone who might have leaned in and kissed Lisa yesterday. Yeah, right, I will never become that person.

Glancing at the time and not knowing when Abigail’s mom would arrive, I dressed quickly in my uniform and hurried to the kitchen. I wanted to be more energetic and outgoing. I wanted to be like the sexy, strong Lisa.

Waiting gave me time to peek out at our yard. The herd of rabbits moved under our bush. I was happy my little black-eared rabbit had returned and played with the group today. I had been worried about it. I tried to count how many, but except for the black-eared bunny, the rest all appeared the same, and I kept miscounting. We may have eight or nine.

At 9:40 a.m., a shiny brown BMW SUV pulled into our driveway.

I ran out the door before Abigail even had a chance to get out.

“Thank you for driving,” I mumbled as I got into the backseat beside Ada. So much for more outgoing. I still mumble to adults.

Erin appeared the stereotypical California mom, with bleached blond damaged hair and an over-tanned, wrinkled face.

“It’s on the way. I always like to meet Abigail’s friends,” Erin commented, turning to me and not at the road.

Abigail was my friend? I hadn’t even talked to her.

“Yeah, I told my mom about you wanting to have us over after practice,” Abigail said from the front seat, also turning around. Does no one care to watch the road?

She looked a much younger version of her mom.

“Right, of course.” I lied, not sure what Abigail’s game was.

“Your mom said yes? I guess,” Erin asked, turning the SUV in the opposite direction as my mom had driven to the field.

“Mom is happy I’m making new friends,” I told her truthfully.

Mom would be thrilled. However, that was so uncool for this stranger to impose on me.

Three minutes later, we arrived at the field. We must live a lot closer than I suspected - Mom’s driving app sucks.

“Girls, have fun. See you after,” Erin called to us as we got out.

“Sorry to spring that on you, but Ada and I wanted to see Robert and James today, so when I heard your mom was working, I figured your place would work,” Abigail said, walking over to me.

“I don’t think my mom would allow me to have a party at our place.” I lied.

She would likely be okay with it. I didn’t want a party at my place, especially not with four strangers.

“We’re not staying. I just needed a place to say we were going. Mom doesn’t want me dating yet,” Abigail explained.

Oh, that made sense. Some parents don’t want their kids dating until they are old - although it never worked.

“The boys said they’d bring someone for you - don’t worry,” Abigail said.

She waved to a boy who must be Robert.

Ada and Abigail ran off to talk with the two boys standing semi-hidden by the lush green bushes between the field and the parking lot.

The four stood like a poster for an uncool product trying to be popular.

Like twins or sisters, Abigail and Ada had blond, braided hair, pink lips, and pale blue eyes. They were the same height but with a different body type. Abigail was a bit more curvy, filling out her uniform better, with her fingers always moving and touching things, while Ada was a bit thin in hers, still as a statue.

The boys wore baggy board shorts pulled down enough to show their underwear and well-defined abs. Both had messy blond hair that you had to style to get that right level of mess. A pair of pastel-cropped surfer tank tops completed the style.

Robert had a huge fake smile. Jason, whom Ada walked over to, wore a scowl that looked out of place on such a youthful, perfect face.

I glanced around for Lisa. Coach Lisa at practice, not Lisa, I corrected myself.

She practiced with Anna, who expertly stopped shot after shot in the massive net. I spent a few minutes admiring Coach Lisa’s kicking form. She gracefully stepped into the ball and sent it flying.

“She used to play professional football,” Tess informed me as she walked up from behind.

“She did? But I didn’t know girls were allowed to play.” I asked.

“Not football football. Soccer-football.” Tess chuckled.

“Right, what the Europeans call it,” I said.

How did I forget that?

“What the rest of the world calls it,” Tess corrected me as she walked towards them.

I ran after her.

“That’s amazing,” I stood in awe.

Coach Lisa’s was so professional.

“Yeah, but there’s no money in it. So Lisa married Mark, or Coach Wilson as he demands we call him.” Tess said as we moved to Coach Lisa.

I wasn’t sure if I didn’t like him because of the icky encounter on Monday or that he was married to the love of my life - Lisa.

“Right,” I commented before peering around for him.

He exited the little bathroom, adjusting his shorts, grumpy as usual.

I threw my stuff beside everyone else’s things and stretched, getting ready for our warm-up run lap.

I tried to remember everyone’s names.

Anna, Eva, Tess, Abigail, Ada - I knew those five; Fenna, Lise, Zoe, Bella - I knew their names but not who was who. That’s 9, where’s the 10th? Who was the tenth?

A smiling Julia emerged from the washroom. Did she go in after Coach Wilson? Wait a minute, were Julia and Coach Wilson in there together?

“Warm-Up Laps.” Coach Wilson yelled.

I took off before anyone. I tried to stay ahead. Happy, I didn’t finish last. Ada and Abigail finished behind me.

I peeked at Lisa, hoping she noticed my effort and success - nope. Too busy setting out cones for our first drill.

We began with the same drill as yesterday. I did well today, only making a few mistakes - but Coach Wilson kept yelling at me every time I did something wrong. In fairness, he yelled at all the girls, just at me more often.

“Did you bring water today?” Coach Lisa asked as she jogged over as I waited my turn.

I nodded as I stared at her. The way the sun glistened off her forehead, the way her lips pursed to show concern, the way she stood, so tall, with those large breasts and her firm ass...”Margot, get your head in the game!” Coach Wilson woke me up as a ball sailed right past me.

Shit, did Lisa notice me staring?

The rest of practice was much like that - getting distracted when Lisa bent down to pick up a cone - “Margot!” - watching Lisa run over to kick a ball back in - “Margot!” - over and over again.

I did make it through practice - my first complete practice.

We sat around when Coach Lisa commanded, “Partner Stretches.”

Oh, I knew who I wanted to be my partner.

Everyone else quickly partnered up, and I ended up with my preferred partner - Lisa.

We laid on our backs, one leg straight up. I kneeled under Lisa’s left leg and pushed it toward her chest. Lisa explained where to kneel and where to put my hands on her leg to maximize the stretch.

I was in heaven. My one hand high on her leg, the other much lower, almost near her crotch.

I caressed her firm and well-defined leg muscles, such sexy, strong legs.

I followed her instructions and slowly pushed. Released, then pressed further for a deeper stretch.

“Switch Legs,” Lisa yelled out for everyone.

I quickly repositioned and repeated everything on her other leg. Was she warmer? Or was I getting hotter? I was definitely getting hornier.

I started the second deeper push when I noticed her shorts pull away from her crotch.

I peeked down, hoping to spy panties. Instead, I caught a glimpse of bare pussy. Lisa had large, puffy lips with well-trimmed hair.

I stared at her glorious pussy.

“I don’t like wearing panties to practice. The breeze always feels nice.” Coach Lisa’s husky voice caught me off guard.

It took me a moment to process what she had said. I turned bright red.

Did she care? Did she like it? I kept staring, mesmerized as my thoughts tumbled around in my head.

I wanted to touch her.

“Your turn,” Lisa motioned for me to get on my back.

As she pushed my leg - It hurt, it hurt so good.

Her warm hands, her grin, and just her presence overwhelmed me.

I may have moaned out loud.

Lisa had one hand near my foot and the other on my hamstring near my butt. I was trying hard not to have an orgasm to this divine pain. My panties grew wetter while my nipples pushed harder against my jersey.

I bit down on my lip to distract myself, but that made it worse.

I closed my eyes while blood rushed to my face and my pussy. My body vibrated while my pussy burned.

“Switch Legs,” Lisa called out.

Thank goodness, I almost had an orgasm.

“Other Leg.” She told me.

Oh, yeah, ok.

I barely made it through the last stretch. How was I going to make it through this one?

She pushed on my leg. Wow, the pain and her touch, my arousal grew and grew. She placed her hand on my leg, about an inch from my pussy.

It was too much. I bit down hard on my lip, losing control.

I shuddered and had the orgasm that I had suppressed until now. Thank goodness I bit my lip, and the scream stayed in my throat.

I was afraid to open my eyes. I didn’t know what Lisa would do or if anyone else had noticed.

“Ok, Girls, Partner Twist,” Lisa said as she released my leg.

I sat up to figure out what I needed to do. Lisa grinned at me. Thank goodness she wasn’t mad.

She was pleased with herself while I glowed.

In Partner Twist, you lay on your back and twist a leg to the other side. Your partner helps you by pushing down on the knee of that leg.

Lisa had me put one hand on her knee and the other on her lower back before leaning down on one knee. I pushed my hand toward her glute (butt) muscle.

Her body was so firm, athletic, and sexy. I wanted to spend the rest of my life just touching her.

Push, hold, release a bit, then push further. My hand was less than an inch from Lisa’s crotch. So close, her pussy heat warmed my hand.

“Switch Sides,” Her sexy voice startled me.

Push, hold, release, then push, and it happened. My hand slipped down a bit and landed on Lisa’s firm short covered ass. I rubbed before I knew what I was doing.

I started to pull my hand away, only for her to say - “Leave it.”

I quickly slid my hand back to rub again.

“Sorry for holding it so long. That stretch always feels good,” Lisa said in a surprisingly clear voice.

Words didn’t form as lust took over my mind and body.

“Ok, your turn, Margot,” Lisa said to me.

Did she mean what I think she meant?

I moved into the position, and wow, that stretch hurt so good. Lisa’s hand moved onto my ass to massage it.

I must be in heaven with the fresh grass scent, the birds’ love songs, and this beautiful lady massaging me.

I wanted to shift my hips. I wanted Lisa to massage my pussy instead of just my ass. Afraid, I stayed still and enjoyed her hands.

“Switch Sides,” She yelled.

Lisa repositioned, and I switched legs. Again, the pain of the stretch and Lisa’s hand on my ass were overwhelming me. Her fingers dug into the knots of my ass, sending shivers up my spine and causing small fireworks to go off in my mind.

Proudly, I didn’t orgasm, but I wanted to, so close.

“OK, finish with individual stretches,” Lisa called out.

Softly to me, “Margot, copy what I do.”

I sat facing her with a painfully large smile on my face. She smiled back at me.

I did everything that she did.

Many times, I peeked up her shorts.

The best was sitting with our legs spread wide. I was not only able to see Lisa’s pussy, but also her vaginal lips spread open. They invited my lips to lick them. I imagined licking them, fingering them, playing with them.

Too quickly, the practice ended.

“Great practice today, Margot,” Lisa commented as she walked away.

Abigail, Ada, and I rode back to my house in silence. Abigail’s mom talked non-stop.

“Have fun, girls. Call me when you need a ride home.” She shouted as we sprinted to my house.

“Ok, we have to meet the boys in 15 minutes by the forest stream,” Abigail informed me as we walked in my front door.

Abigail and Ada brazenly stripped in the front room. I watched, a bit taken aback by them getting naked in a strange house with someone they barely knew. They put on matching white thong panties and white push-up bras. Abigail’s made her larger breasts appear huge, and Ada’s gave her a nice portioned chest. Their slightly tanned skin contrasted beautifully with the stark white underwear. I wished I wasn’t so pasty white.

They each pulled on short black mini skirts and similar loose crop tops, Abigail’s pale pink and Ada’s pale yellow.

“Wear a good pair of shoes. It’s a forest walk,” Abigail said, almost dressed while I had only removed my shoes, socks, and soccer padding.

Right, I needed to change. I sprinted to my room and slammed the door. I wasn’t comfortable with the girls watching me change, especially since my panties were wet from earlier.

Pulling them off, I wanted to lay down on the bed and frantically masturbate to the images of Lisa’s bare pussy.

Instead, I just put on a simple blue panty bra set and a black shorts and blue shirt combo.

I wanted to shower, but Abigail insisted we had to get going.

Abigail’s voice led us out the back door and almost immediately onto a rough path that wound through the bright green forest.

I didn’t know we lived beside a forest.

We walked for a good 20 minutes before we found this little overgrown path between some large trees and yellowish-green bushes. Entering was like venturing into another world, quieter, calmer, and more magical.

The trees here were giant, with lots of room to walk around, much different than the garbage-strewn groves in New York.

Three boys stepped out from an overgrown side path. I recognized Robert and James from the field, so the other boy must be the one for me.

“Abigail,” Robert called, smiling.

“You’re late,” Jason added, frowning at us.

I braced myself for meeting a boy. I was not good at talking to boys, but I wanted to be more like Lisa. I bet she knew what to say to a guy.

I steeled myself to be more like Lisa this afternoon.

“Robert.” Abigail ran forward and gave him a deep kiss.

Ada just walked over and held Jason’s hand.

Finally, after the kiss had become awkward, Abigail broke it off and gestured to me.

“Margot, this is Robert, James, and Matt.” She said and gave Robert another kiss.

I forced myself to be brave and casually walked closer to the boys. At first, I didn’t think Matt was too big, but as I walked closer, he stood further back than I thought. He just kept getting bigger and bigger as I walked closer. Matt was huge. He was at least a head taller than everyone else, with massive shoulders and unkempt short brownish hair. He smiled and offered his hand - it was so big.

The expression about people with big hands having big dick’s ran through my mind. I blushed.

“Matt,” he said in a deep voice.

Wow, he was good enough to eat.

Maybe I’m bi - at least for today.

I wanted to speak, but how do you say something to a person with visions of massive erect penises in your head?

“Let’s head to our spot,” James interrupted, walking hand in hand with Ada away from us.

Abigail pulled a vape pen from her pocket and took a hit before latching herself onto Robert’s arm and walking behind them.