The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02

... ground. Her legs were much thinner than Sylvia's so gravity had done more of the work. Sylvia chuckled slyly as she saw the other girl's shaved pussy on full display, her pants around one ankle as her knees both pointed in opposite directions.

As it turned out, Elizabeth shaves down there.

"Foul!" Coach Reagan shouted over the murmurs of the crowd.

Elizabeth stumbled to her feet, rejecting Sylvia's hand and pulling her pants up - her beautiful white skin was sullied by the bright red glow in her face.

"You're gonna pay for that." She said, her voice rumbling.

The rest of the game was close, never more than a single-digit difference as the two fought for dominance on the court, but despite all of her efforts, Sylvia couldn't come up on top in spite of a buzzer-beater she threw for three that closed the gap a bit.

Back in the locker room, Sylvia lifted up her shirt to wipe down her forehead. The article of clothing was soaked with sweat, as was the rest of her, so she decided to head for the showers. Elizabeth was already standing nearby, undressing to go into the room with a towel set out and ready.

Sylvia didn't recall her showering the last time they played, but maybe that was because she didn't sweat as much last time. Just to be safe, she took her spare clothes out of her locker first and set them on the benches just outside the shower room. This way she could keep an eye on them and Elizabeth at the same time.

Elizabeth was near the doors, one ...

... stall away back so there was at least some coverage between her and the open locker room. Sylvia entered, wary of the other girl, and began to walk near the opposite side.

"Hey, Sylvia." Elizabeth turned around, the warm water beating down on her shoulders. "Come over here."

Sylvia hesitated, looking suspiciously at the other girl.

Standing naked, her blonde curls hung down to her shoulders, resting just above two perky breasts that managed to maintain a round shape in spite of the lack of support. Water ran down her flat stomach, making a stream in between the girl's legs where, with no pubes to catch it, the water continued to run down her long, slender legs.

"What do you want?" Sylvia asked.

"Shampoo." The naked blonde girl held out her hand. "I don't have any here."

Reluctantly, Sylvia approached her rival - careful in case this was a trap. It was possible that Elizabeth hadn't actually stolen her clothes yesterday but had one of her groupies do the deed. So she stood near the outside of the shower - no plastic divider to guard her nakedness from the rest of the girls, but it was a locker room, so she didn't mind.

"Did you pants me 'cause you wanted to see my vagina that badly, or was it to win?" Elizabeth asked, pouring a bit of soap into her hands.

"The latter." Sylvia responded. She wanted to follow up with a quip, but Elizabeth's tone didn't seem upset at all.

"I see." She replied, scrubbing her scalp. "I guess I can't really blame you. I ...