Team Mates (7 page)

Tabby grunted irritably. “Why didn't they call?”

“I turned off my phone,” Stacie said miserably. “I wanted us to have some time for ourselves.”

“Fine,” Tabby said, getting up. “Don't move,” she said. “If it isn't your parents, I'll be right back.” Smoothing the folds of her skirt, she left the living room, heading for the front door, where the knock had repeated.

Stacie could hear the front door open, then low voices. One was Tabby's, but the other certainly wasn't her father's. She waited impatiently, then was surprised to hear Tabby called out. “Stacie, can you come out here, please?”

Grumbling underneath her breath, she got up and walked into the kitchen, where she received the shock of her life.

Well, not
really
the shock of my life,
she thought dazedly.
Not after what happened last night after the game.

Mr. Glassman was standing in the kitchen.

*****

Make it quick,
Alan thought.
Get it over with and go home.
The thoughts were sane and rational, but the way his body reacted when Stacie came into the kitchen to join Tabitha was anything but. His mouth grew dry with desire, and his cock swelled in his khakis, lengthening down his thigh, an ominous, misshapen bulge clear to the view of both girls.

“Are...” he stuttered and cleared his throat. “Are your parents here, Tabitha?”

“No, Mr. Glassman,” the busty redhead replied, darting an unfathomable glance at Stacie. “They're at the movies. They won't be back until this evening. Late.”

Alan dropped his head. “This was a mistake,” he muttered. “I should have known better.” He sighed and raised his eyes to meet Tabitha's. As he did, Stacie walked around the perimeter of the kitchen, sipping at a bottle of water she had pulled out of the refrigerator. As she slipped out of her teacher's view, her nimble fingers silently turned the lock of the deadbolt in the front door, making sure Mr. Glassman's escape route would not be an easy one. Mr. Glassman might not have understood the look Tabby had given her, but she did, and her belly was roiling with a combination of fearful anticipation and lust.

“I just wanted to tell you both,” their coach continued, “that I have no intention of telling anyone what I saw yesterday night. In fact,” he said, somewhat desperately, “I think it would be best if we all pretended it never happened at all.”

“That's...very kind of you, Mr. Glassman,” Tabby said. “I have to say Stacie and I were both a little worried. Weren't we, Stacie?”

“We sure were,” Stacie agreed, her soft voice so close to his ear that he nearly jumped out of his skin. “But we're not anymore. Worried, that is,” she said with a mysterious smile, stepping around to face him. “Why aren't we worried, Tabby?” she asked.

“Because we're going to fuck Mr. Glassman today, aren't we?” purred the sexy redhead, stepping forward so she was at her lover's side.

“What? Wait! No! No no no!” Alan said frantically, trying to back away. His efforts were futile, however, as Stacie wrapped her arms around him in a gentle hug. He felt her hands caress his back, then slide down to the curves of his buttocks, and froze, looking down at her.

She was a vision of teenage beauty, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, her dark brown eyes dilated with desire, so deep he felt he could drown in them. Her pink lips were slightly parted, and he could see her chest heaving in time with her deep breaths, her hard nipples poking out into the thin cloth of her t-shirt. Her long, tan legs swept downward from narrow, athletic hips, giving her a height that nearly matched his own.

“It's only fair, Mr. Glassman,” said Tabby softly. “We showed you ours last night. Now you have to show us yours.” She pulled off her shirt, exposing her magnificent chest, flushed a bright pink with arousal. “I know you want us,” she said softly, laying a gentle hand on the inside of his thigh, where his erection pulsed madly, fighting for release. An unwilling groan tore from his lips as she caressed his hot, steely length. “Come upstairs and play.”

“No one will know,” Stacie added. “It will be our secret. We love each other. And we want to love you. Don't you want to love us?” she finished, her voice soft and sad.

“This....can't be happening,” Alan said, shaking his head. He felt dazed, confused, as if this were some sort of fever-dream, brought on by too many late-night fantasies.

“It's happening, Mr. Glassman. Or can I call you Alan?” Stacie asked, a wicked dimple appearing in the curve of her cheek. “I've wanted you since the first week of school. And now I'm going to have you. If you want. If you're brave enough.”

“And what happens afterward?” Alan asked, stung by Stacie's words. “I have to think about my future. Is this going to be a one-time thing, or do you want an actual relationship? And how are we going to manage that? Is it going to include all three of us? And exactly
how,
” he growled, his hands settling firmly on Stacie's waist, “are we supposed to keep this secret?”

Stacie shivered under Alan's rough touch, but Tabby laughed. “The two of us kept my sexuality under wraps for over a year, Alan,” she said, ignoring his raised eyebrows as she used his given name. “And the only one at school who knows we're lovers is my dirt-bag brother. I've threatened him with death and mayhem if he lets the cat out of the bag. Trust us,” she continued grimly, “we're
good
at keeping secrets.

“So what's your answer? Do you take us upstairs to bed, or do we unlock the door and let you go?” she said, ignoring Stacie's gasp of surprise.

Alan closed his eyes, then opened them, gazing at the two lovely young women in front of him. At his side, Stacie looked at him with desire mingled with the fear of losing him. A step away, Tabby stood, her body itself a challenge and a provocation.

And he realized, suddenly, that he had no choice at all. Bending his head, his hands pulled Stacie close. His lips brushed hers, and he embraced his destiny.

He looked deep into Stacie's wide, ecstatic eyes.

“So where's this bed?”

*****

They had no sooner closed the door of Tabby's bedroom when all hell broke loose. The girls were almost frantic in their efforts to strip him naked, and Alan, while trying to assist, hindered their work as much as he helped.

“Finally,” Stacie gasped, as she peeled off his socks and threw them blindly into a corner. Kneeling at his feet, she ran her hands up Alan's muscular calves. Crooning deep in her throat, she felt a jolt of desire deep within her, and her sex grew hot and wet in response to his male musk. Clasping her hands tight around the back of his strong thighs, she drew close and rubbed her cheek on his shaft, delighting in the velvet-soft feel of his skin overlaying his male hardness.

“Oh, it's so good, Tabby,” she moaned. Turning her head, she watched her lover as she sat in her desk chair, tipping back so she could watch the two of them. “Me first?”

“You first,” Tabitha agreed, her eyes glinting lustily. “Though I might join you later. Or ask you to join me once Alan here has had his wicked way with you.”

Despite the apocalyptic changes in his life, this pronouncement made Alan's eyes grow a bit wild. “Listen, girls-”

“Women,” interrupted Tabitha, her voice steel.

“Women. Stacie. Tabitha.” He drew a shaking hand across his face as Stacie dotted loving kisses on his cock. With an eager swoop, she opened her lips wide and took the head of his phallus into her hot, craving mouth. “What I am trying to say,” he said in a strangled voice, trying to ignore the pleasure Stacie was visiting on him, “is that I am not used to being with two girls at once. Or trying to please them. So try to take it easy on me, OK?”

“Of course, Alan,” Tabby said in a deceptively meek voice. She had taken off her skirt and was idly running a finger through the folds of her sex. Her fingernails, one corner of Alan's mind noted, were painted the same color as her hair.

Suddenly the color of Tabby's nails was the furthest thing from his mind, as Stacie started bobbing on his shaft. Her loving tongue swirled around his rod as she took more and more of him into her mouth. His hands stroked her hair lovingly, as the feelings of pleasure she woke in him after so long a period of abstinence were almost literally mind blowing. Her hands were on his ass, his back, his belly, and he had to stop her before he blew too soon.

“Stacie,” he gasped. “Baby, you have to...” a strangled groan tore free from his lips. “Please, honey, slow down.”

Miraculously, she did. Grinning, she looked up at him as she slowly removed her lips from his quivering erection. “Good?” she asked impishly.

Despite himself, he laughed, and he could hear Tabby's deep chuckle behind him. Reaching down, he helped her to her feet, embracing her, feeling her tremble as his wet cock, damp with her saliva, brushed against the vulnerable curve of her belly. “Absolutely,” he smiled, and kissed her, a long, deep, lover's kiss, their bodies melding together as she moaned into his mouth.
Taking her hand, he led her to the bed, a king-sized behemoth, piled high with blankets and pillows. He sat on the edge, drawing Stacie close, her legs between his, her chest at just the right height for him to lean in and graze on the small, perky mounds of her breasts. Running his hands lovingly over the sweet curves of her buttocks, he kissed the gentle slope, then suckled on a dark, turgid nipple, smiling as she drew in her breath in a happy squeak. He nursed gently, his hands stroking her back, running from her shoulder blades to the fine down at the base of her spine.

“Oh,” she groaned, and let her head sag down until her mouth was beside his ear, her hot breath making him shiver. “Alan, I've wanted you so long. So long.” She pulled his head away from one aching nipple, and guided him to its twin. She spread her legs urgently. “Feel me. Feel how wet I am for you.”

He obeyed her passionate command, running a hand up the warm, silky skin of her inner thigh, until he touched her delicate folds. With exquisite control, he parted her lips and slipped a loving finger inside her, his thumb brushing the hard nubbin of her clitoris.

“NNNggghhh!!” Stacie keened, overcome by sensation. God, it was too much. His mouth on her titties, his hand on her back, his finger inside her, pumping gently, his thumb on her button. She lurched forward, pushing him down into the thick mattress. She hooked her hands under his shoulders, pulling at him. Understanding her need, he helped her, grinning crookedly, as they wriggled onto the bed until his head was propped on pillows, Stacie looming above him as she drank him in.

“Baby, are you all right?”

Stacie blinked, having almost forgotten Tabby was in the room with them. She tore her eyes away from Alan and looked at her girlfriend. She sat sprawled in her chair, her legs hooked over the armrests. The glistening flower of her sex was displayed wantonly, and her fingers stroked her petals, spreading her nectar gently until the aroma arose and filled the entire room.

“I am,” she said hoarsely. “I am
so
fucking all right.”

She turned back to Alan, laying comfortably on his back, the beautiful spear of his cock hard and urgent in front of her, dancing to the rhythm of his heartbeat. She straddled him, the insides of her knees resting on the outsides of his hips. She had to close her eyes for a moment in wonder as the underside of his shaft twitched against her cleft.

“You have no idea,
Alan,” she breathed. “No idea how beautiful you are.” She cupped his cheek in her hand, then bent down to kiss him again, moaning into his mouth. She sighed as his hands cradled her breasts, softly kneading her sensitive flesh. Deep inside she felt the warmth of her passion grow, the slow, unhurried wave of her climax steadily climbing.
“I need you inside me,” she said softly, her hips gently rocking. She moved above him, coating his shaft with her juice, and felt his cock twitch in response.

“Do we need a condom?” he asked. “I don't know about you, but I'm not ready to be a daddy yet.”

She smiled. “Don't worry, baby. I'm not ready to be a mommy either. I'm on birth control. And Tabby and I have been exclusive for nearly a year, so you don't have to worry about anything else, either.”

“Wonderful,” he sighed, as she ran her sex up his cock again. He closed his eyes, fighting the urge to grab her by the shoulders, push her onto her back, and thrust mindlessly into her until he came. “Stacie,” he said quietly, gritting his teeth, “Don't take this the wrong way, but you need to stop or you need to hop on, because if you don't, this is going to end up a huge disappointment for both of us.”

Stacie's eyes widened, and she could hear Tabby trying to muffle her giggles behind her. Fortunately, however, she knew what Alan meant. Her first boyfriend had the same problem when she teased him too much. Holding still, she stopped stimulating his shaft, letting the head of his cock rest at her opening. “Better?” she asked.

He closed his eyes and nodded. “Better. Let me...concentrate...on something else.” He raised his head, seeking her breasts again, and she let him concentrate on her body, her own mind focused on the delicious feel of his tip, warm and soft and beloved, only a breath away from entering her. Slowly, she felt him relax, the desperate urgency of his need receding.

She closed her eyes, her entire mind intent on the feel of his hands on mouth on her body. He was strong, so strong, but also incredibly gentle. She shivered as his fingers, light as butterflies, softly stroked the skin of her back in long, gentle caresses that had her covered in gooseflesh. At the same time, his mouth switched back and forth between her breasts until she thought she would scream. No sooner had he finished with one aching nipple than he moved to the other.
He's so good he should have two mouths,
she thought greedily.
One for each of my tits. It's a shame he only has one.