Racquetball Dyke by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Racquetball Dyke by loyalsock

... know I hate it when the stuff gets in my hair&#034. Margo rationalized while running her fingers though her hair. My moment was here. Time had run out. What was I to do? Has the first wave hit me I naturally bent over. My nose was touching the water has bubbles popped in my face. My wet hair hung in front of me, mercifully concealing my face. I managed to muffle my cries through gritted teeth. After a few seconds of what must of looked like a seizer of sorts, Margo asked if I was okay. &#034I accidentally hit her during our match today. She's in a lot of pain&#034, Linda offered has an excuse. &#034Oh yes I heard about that. That was a hard hit you took. You know if you aren't careful you could end up with those `very-close veins'. You ought to go see a Doctor.&#034, Margo the Sexpert suggested. I was fed up. It was bad enough that a girl I hardly knew was treating me like her personal slut, and I certainly didn't need a half-wit giving me medical advice. Enough was enough. As soon as I was able to catch my breath, I simply stood up. I no longer cared if Linda's hand stayed embedded in my crotch. I was leaving. Thankfully when my pussy hairs broke the water line, Linda's hand wasn't there. That certainly would of given Margo something to gossip about. Wrapping my towel around my neck, I could feel two sets of eyes watching my every move has my juices trickled down my inner thighs. A trail of, &#034not-just&#034 water, followed me has I padded barefoot back towards my locker. &#034Hey your suppose to dry off after you get out of the tub.&#034 Margo said reminding me of the club rules, while Linda chuckled to herself. Without breaking a stride or turning around I emotionally gave them both the &#034finger&#034.