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Whenever a Yellowjacket wanted to practice on their own after school, Misty had to be there. To her, equipment manager wasn’t a title just anyone could have; she couldn’t just give someone the key to the equipment shed. Therefore, she promised the team that she’d always be there to watch them practice. She ignored it when Van whispered that it’s more like a curse than a promise.
Today, like many days, Shauna had asked her to supervise while she practiced. Well, she hadn’t really asked , just sort of nudged Misty’s desk in calculus and mouthed something that looked like “after school” before leaving with Jackie. Still, Misty's always happy to help a fellow Yellowjacket! After the final bell, she walks over to the field and unlocks the shed, pulling out a ball and some cones for good measure. The weather isn’t perfect for practice — it had rained just that morning — but the sky's now clear and Misty trusts Shauna‘s judgement. She sits herself down on a bench next to the field and waits, soccer ball in her lap, squishing the soft soil beneath her feet.
Soon enough, Shauna is out of the changing room and walking over to Misty. The blonde snaps up to meet Shauna’s gaze; she wears a Wiskayok High shirt and shorts that end just above the knee. Misty notes the way the shorts hug her full hips and reveal strong, solid calves. She shakes her head as if to banish the thoughts.
“Will you need help setting up today? Your footwork was great last game, but I think—“ She stiffens when Shauna’s hands touch hers as she grabs the ball.
“No, Misty, I’ve got it. Thanks, though.” She takes the ball and cones and goes out onto the field. Shauna’s always been one of the nicer Yellowjackets to her, albeit not very talkative. That’s fine. Misty’s happy to just watch her practice.
Shauna doesn’t waste time; she puts her hair up in a ponytail and quickly lays out the cones for a footwork drill. Misty’s seen the whole team do it dozens of times before — she’s not too concerned with the actual practice. Instead, she takes note of Shauna’s mannerisms. Shauna usually seems at ease practicing, like she’s letting her thoughts drift away as she focuses on her movements. Today, though, her shoulders seem tense and Misty can tell she’s clenching her jaw. It’s not that Misty and Shauna are close (although Misty likes to consider herself a friend to every Yellowjacket, whether they consider her one or not), but Misty can tell that something’s off. Is she struggling in one of her classes? Did she have a fight with Jackie? Misty feels her brow furrow and decides to ask Shauna after she’s done practicing, although she knows she probably won’t get a direct answer.
Shauna is running through the drill quickly, albeit a bit sloppily for her usual abilities. Misty watches her strong legs move precisely around the ball, her cleats sinking into the mud. Misty wishes she could help Shauna practice somehow, she thinks, not prying her eyes away from the other woman. She’s so strong yet precise, so—
Misty’s strange train of thought is halted when Shauna slips backwards into the mud, falling roughly onto her back. Misty jolts up as Shauna lets out a string of curses, burying her face in her hands and making no effort to get up.
“Here,” Misty trots over and offers her hand. Shauna takes it after a second of staring and Misty awkwardly pulls her up, not expecting the strength of Shauna’s grip. “Do you need anything? I can get ice, and we have a first aid kit in the equipment shed. That was a rough fall...” Shauna shakes her head and takes a deep breath.
“Misty, I’ve had a long day. I’m gonna go shower. Just put everything away.” Misty can tell that Shauna is trying to keep her cool — shoulders still tense, jaw still clenched. The blonde just nods and starts picking up the cones as Shauna walks back to the locker room.
It doesn’t take long to pick everything up and lock the equipment shed, although Misty does take her care not to slip like Shauna did. Misty should go get in her car and drive home, leaving Shauna to destress on her own. Yet instead she stands outside the storage shed, shifting her weight between her feet. Surely it couldn’t hurt to go check on her, right? What if she needs someone to talk to? Wouldn’t she rather say something and be awkward than not say anything and leave Shauna alone if she needed someone? Her resolve strengthening, she makes her way over to the locker room.
She doesn’t go in the locker room often; it’s not like she has to change clothes to be an equipment manager. She fidgets with the sleeves of her sweater as she enters, walking down the hallway that leads to the main changing room. When she turns the corner into the room, anything she planned to say dies in her throat. Obviously Shauna is changing, it’s literally called a changing room , but seeing her stand there in just her panties makes Misty scurry back into the hallway out of sight. Against any better judgment, she peaks back around the corner.
Shauna’s back is turned to her, her hair wet and cascading down her shoulders. Her black underwear hugs her graciously; Misty feels her face heat up as her eyes wander to the low, exposed portion of her ass. Shauna is now grabbing her sports bra, slipping it over her head and onto her muscular back, a piece of her Misty’s never seen before, never gotten to admire. She looks sturdy, like she could support Misty’s entire body weight. Shauna’s putting her shirt on now, standing up to put her shorts on, turning around and making eye contact with Misty—
“What the FUCK?!” Shauna strides over to Misty, who tries to back away, who gets grabbed by the collar and pulled into the locker room. Her face is inches away from Shauna’s as she tries to stutter out any excuse on why she was watching her change, but yet again, her voice fails her.
“Were you watching me, you creep? What is wrong with you?” Shauna laughs incredulously. Her grip on Misty’s sweater sends a shiver down the blonde's spine; all the muscles she saw just a second ago are threatening her. Shauna could do anything to her right now, Misty thinks, face getting warmer.
“I was just- I was going to ask you- you seemed bothered while practicing! I wanted to make sure, you were ok. I wanted to, uh, help,” Misty stumbles out. Shauna scoffs, not breaking eye contact. “You wanted to help by watching me change?”
“No! No, I just—" Shauna’s eyes are burning holes into the back of Misty’s skull. She looks down and realizes that Shauna still isn’t wearing any pants , making her lose her voice all over again. “I could, I could still help you, I don’t know what’s bothering you—“
Shauna’s eyes follow Misty’s gaze down to her thighs and she shoves her backwards, making Misty stumble onto a bench. “You’re such a freak ,” Shauna mutters breathily. Misty stares up, preparing to apologize, before Shauna steps forward and grabs her face with both her hands and forces her into a kiss. It’s rough — Shauna’s tongue immediately tries to make its way into Misty’s mouth. She groans involuntarily; she knows she should pull away, this is her first kiss, and she’s not gay , but when Shauna bites down on her lip Misty clenches her thighs together and kisses her back the best she can. It's wet and sloppy and Misty’s not sure if she’s doing it right, but it feels so good she can’t think about stopping.
Shauna eventually tires of standing over her, it seems, sitting down next to Misty and moving from kissing her lips to her neck. Her teeth pull against the skin in between licks and kisses, making Misty whimper. After a particularly loud noise, Shauna grabs Misty’s face again and forces two fingers into her mouth.
“You really don’t shut up, do you, Misty?” Shauna sighs into her neck. Misty tentatively sucks at her fingers — does this even feel good for Shauna? She meets her eyes and they’re dark , clearly lustful. Did I do that to her? Misty feels herself clench at the thought of making the other girl feel like that, before Shauna snaps her out of her thoughts by putting a hand on the crotch of Misty’s jeans. Shauna starts to unzip the blonde's fly, making Misty’s eyes widen. She pulls away from Shauna’s fingers in her mouth.
“Shauna, isn’t that— why do you want to—“ Misty laughs out like this is all some weird prank, and surely it’ll stop before Shauna touches her any lower. To her surprise, Shauna roughly yanks the denim around her ankles, making Misty’s face redden as she slams her thighs shut in embarrassment.
“You said you wanted to help me, Misty. If this is what I want to do, will you do it?” Shauna’s eyes stare into Misty’s. Misty does want to help Shauna, she thinks to herself. She dejectedly turns her head to the side and spreads her legs.
“I knew you would. Look at you, Misty, you give in so easily,” Shauna says under her breath as she rubs up and down Misty’s thighs. Misty’s underwear is striped pink and white; if she had known she would be seen like this today, she would’ve worn something nicer. Shauna snaps the waistband of Misty’s underwear against her skin, making her yelp, before pulling it down. A strand of cum stretches from her unshaven cunt to her panties, eliciting a chuckle from Shauna.
“Jesus, Misty, you’re wet. Do you like this? Were you getting off on me changing?” Shauna experimentally grazes a finger over Misty’s clit, sending a jolt through the girl. Misty whines as the cold air meets her cunt, contrasted by how Shauna's hands burn against her. Just as Misty works up the courage to look at her, Shauna plunges one of the fingers she’d sucked on into Misty’s hole. She practically squeals at the intrusion, slamming her eyes shut and arching her back ever-so-slightly at the pleasure.
“Well, Misty? Were you?” Shauna slowly fucks her finger back and forth inside Misty, clearly wanting an answer. Misty realizes in horror that she had enjoyed seeing Shauna naked, that she’d actually watched her change like some sort of stalker. Shame fills her as she squeaks out her answer:
“I was, Shauna, I was getting off on it-!” As Misty admits it, Shauna shoves a second finger into Misty’s cunt. She whines at the stretch, but eagerly accepts it as the Shauna’s speed increases. It hurts a little – she's never done this with someone else, barely even gone this far with herself – but a part of her wants to prove to Shauna that she can take it, that she can help her.
“God, Misty, what is wrong with you? “ Shauna says, sounding more curious than accusatory. Misty feels tears forming in her eyes from both the stretch of her hole and the shame of being exposed like this, exposed as a freak . Shauna is breathy when she talks, almost whiny: “You’re so gross, you’re lucky no one else was here to see what you really are.” When Misty looks down she finally sees that Shauna’s other hand is rubbing her own clit over her underwear, touching herself to Misty’s humiliation. Shamefully, the sight makes Misty moan – she wants Shauna to get off to her like this, even if it’s at her own expense.
“God, there really is something wrong with you,” Shauna laughs out, fucking Misty rougher and circling herself faster. Misty spreads her legs farther and clutches onto the bench; she’s only masturbated a few times in her life, but she can tell she’s close, she needs Shauna to keep going. Shauna is breathing heavily now, panting, and Misty isn’t much better. Shauna flexes her fingers and Misty finally falls over the edge, her cunt clenching around Shauna as she screams out in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, take it, you’re so good,” the words fall out of Shauna’s mouth as she fucks Misty through her orgasm. “I bet you’ve wanted this for so long, you freak, you fucking freak– “ Misty sees Shauna’s own face contort in pleasure as she finishes right after Misty, bucking against her own hand. The women pant as they come down from their orgasms, Shauna’s fingers slowing to a stop inside Misty.
Misty lays back on her palms, taking in the sight of the girl before her. Shauna’s eyes start to widen; was Misty wrong, had she not enjoyed it? She gently pulls her fingers out of Misty, eliciting a whine, before wiping them on the bench and reaching for her shorts.
“Did you– Did I help?” Misty says as Shauna gets dressed. “I’m not, y'know, a lesbian or anything–“
“You can’t tell anyone about that, no one on the team, no one at all,” Shauna begins frantically, her dominant demeanor gone in the blink of an eye. “Don’t, especially don’t tell Jackie, what did I do— “ Shauna continues, clearly panicked by her actions.
“Shauna, it’s fine!” Through her embarrassment, Misty giggles at the absurdity of the situation, pants and underwear still at her ankles. “I won’t– I won’t tell anyone. If that’s what you want.” Shauna is hastily throwing her clothes into her bag. Her face softens at Misty’s words, meeting her eyes for the first time since her orgasm.
“Thanks, Misty. Maybe, maybe we can... practice again if you don’t say anything.” Shauna says quietly, as if some invisible force in the room will hear them. Misty’s eyes light up and she nods enthusiastically. Shauna smiles and Misty feels the girl's eyes rake over her cunt one last time before she rushes out; Misty's eyes linger on Shauna's ass as she walks away. Maybe next time she’ll let me touch her, Misty thinks, finally standing up on her shaky legs. She pulls her panties and jeans back up, shivering at the feeling of her wet underwear pressed against her still sensitive cunt.
She replays Shauna's words in her head the entire drive home; we can practice again if you don’t say anything. What else does Shauna want to do? What would Shauna do to her if she did tell someone? She feels a smile creep onto her face; Shauna really wants her . Misty won’t tell anyone. She wants to be hers.