Crossing the Line

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  1. Crossing the Line
    Angela was already soaking. It wasn’t like her to be this sweaty after just one set. The mellow Ohio weather had probably made her a weakling in that regard, or perhaps she hadn’t gotten used to the seven-thirty A.M., scorching Florida sun quite yet. She should’ve, though, as it had been more than a year since she transferred to the team in Orlando. It looked as if she had smeared grease all over her forehead and hairline. The salty dribbles of sweat coming down made everything feel icky and strained. She tried to loosen up, but her muscles were awfully and stubbornly tense.

    Back at Ohio State, Angela had been the star runner in the hundred meter dash. But that was no longer the case in Orlando. There was another girl, Kate Redmond, who was just as good if not better. The coach didn’t put them up against each other often, but every time he did, it always ended with some kind of bickering concerning who that crossed the finish line first. The petty quarrels had yet to spiral out of control, but sooner or later it definitely would, and Angela feared what the results of it would be. She hated the feeling she had in her stomach going to the track in the morning, knowing that Kate would also be there. Angela tried her best to let it go and zone out; her fingers stretched evenly on the white, starter line.

    Moments later, she was finally released by the shot. The sound of her shoes hitting the track; the wind blowing against her bare skin; the adrenaline coursing through her veins; it never got old. For the duration of the hundred meter dash, all the bullshit in her life and the world faded away. She pulled away from most of the other runners, but Kate was right by her side two lanes over to the left. Normally, Angela would keep a close eye on her adversary, but she couldn’t deal with that kind of stress this morning and to her disappointment, they finished at the same time again. The slowdown felt extremely heavy on Angela’s thighs and joints. It almost hurt more than it should.

    Her breath was heavy, trying to recover. Turning around, the other runners had finished. Angela could feel Kate in her vicinity, as they slowly walked back towards the finish line. The sweat washed over the brunette once again. The sweet release during the sprint, that feeling of ecstatic freedom was gone with the wind. The troubles just seemed to pile up faster than Angela could handle them. And to top it off, the coach approached the two girls with the news of who that had finished first. It was the typical trigger that would pin them against each other in one way or another—some days it was subtle, other days they verbally assaulted each other.

    “Do you want to know the score?” The coach asked.

    “Just say it,” Angela said. It was too early in the morning to start fighting. They had barely warmed up and it was only the second set.

    “Kate beat you by a razor,” the coach said. Angela quickly glanced at the blonde before subtly rolling her eyes.

    “Whatever,” she said. Angela returned to the bench to find her towel and a bottle of water. The brunette had to focus lest she would begin to nag at the situation. She could’ve sworn that Kate released a bit earlier than the shot. Maybe the coach saw it, maybe he didn’t. Either way, the two girls were up against each other in the next set.
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  2. Kate had lived her entire life in Florida, not in the same place, but in the same weather. It was a morning like any other to her. Sure, it was hot and she sweated. That was to be expected no matter where she practiced. She sweated in cold temperatures too, or the practice wasn’t worthwhile. It was meant to push her body to improve. The longer she did it at a time, the warmer her body became. She’d only spent a couple of weeks at most in cold climates, thankfully, when her family travelled north to visit relatives in Canada. A vacation didn’t mean she took it easier, no vacation was worth getting out of shape.

    It was amusing to watch the outsiders who came from colder climates struggling with adjusting to practice under a hot Florida sun. There were those who performed well despite it, like Angela, but Kate still made sure to ask them whether the weather was too hot for them when she could. It made them focus more on it than they should. The best method to deal with it was to endure, and drink a lot of water, but mostly endure. She wasn’t going to tell them that. The coach was there for such advice. They might ignore her simply because they thought she was messing with them. She did that quite a bit, so it was understandable why they would assume that. Kate wanted to remain the best, and messing with the minds of opponents was a trick that worked. Some were immune to it, others responded too well to it.

    Kate was pretty sure Angela wanted to think she was immune to it, but she wasn’t. Oh no, she wasn’t. It was a good thing, as she could do her best to psych her out. Unfortunately, her own temperament got the best of her at times too. She was prone to returning slights in kind, even escalating events to a point where someone else had to step in to stop her from getting physical with whoever had insulted her. Well, if they couldn’t admit they were wrong, why should she?

    She put her fingers against the track, and waited. The moment right before a race began could be nerve-racking. Her heart often beat faster, despite her efforts to remain calm. The shot rang out and sent them all running towards the finish line, while Kate knew the others were there with her she did her best to ignore them. She was alone with the wind and the sun. Her body pushed towards its limits and beyond. Before she knew it she’d crossed the finish line, and first then did she notice that Angela had been right next to her. Who had won? It had been another close call, right? She didn’t mind being close to Angela according to the clock, as long as the other woman lost. Milliseconds could be the difference between a winner and a loser.

    The strain on her body made itself known when they walked back to the coach. Her legs burned. She breathed heavily, and heard others do the same. It felt good, natural. It was why she got up early in the morning to be here. She could have been asleep at home, like the rest of her class, but in a way she found this feeling more enjoyable than sleeping in. The coach came up to them to tell them who had won.

    “Do you want to know the score?”

    “I think we know.” Kate responded, keeping her tone leveled.

    On the other hand, Angela seemed a tad annoyed. She could have left her own comments at that this morning, after the coach had revealed her as the winner, but Angela glanced at her and rolled her eyes. Was she going to imply that she’d cheated again? That being born in this climate gave her an unfair advantage? Angela could go back to wherever the fuck she came from in that case; She didn’t need to be here.

    Kate went to get her own water bottle, and drank as much as she could, before heading over to where Angela was standing. They’d be going up against each other now. She should make sure the opponent wasn’t left alone with their thoughts, not when she could inject her own.

    “What a shocker.” Kate whispered, hoping that no one else would pay them any attention. “The best wins once more. Maybe you should give up on aiming for first place. Second place is pretty good too... for someone like you.”
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  3. “The best? I don’t think so,” Angela hissed beneath her breath. She waited a moment or two for the coach to be out of reach, glancing at the man just to make sure. “You wouldn’t last a second up north, which is infinitely worse than this God forsaken swamp. Enjoy your millisecond victory, because it’s not going to be long before I beat your ass,” Angela said.

    Angela took a splash of water to her face from the bottle. She had a sinister stare at Kate while throwing her towel aside. The second set was already coming up, so the brunette made her way towards the starter line. She flapped her arms around by her sides, slapped her thighs every now and then, bouncing on her feet as she went; all to loosen up once more. The blond adversary was close by; looming as some impending doom, even if she was kind of pleasant to look at.

    The runner setup was the same as the previous set. Angela had her track, and Kate two lanes over. This time around, however, the brunette’s release was perfect. Her back was upright within a second of the shot. Her steps were wide and powerful in the sprint. The wind carried her in contrast to resisting. Her heart rate was peaceful and steady. Her mind and soul were absolved yet again. The finish line approached at a rapid pace. Kate was in the corner of her eye, but Angela’s doubt was not.

    The slowdown was painless. Her breath was steady. It was a good set, much better than the previous one. Angela could feel the delightful mix of chemicals coursing throughout her body, caressing every inch of her skin. She had no clue as to what that had caused her to perform so well, but she figured that the warm up had done its job properly. This was certainly her real self, the definition of her ability.

    Angela turned around and beheld the finish line and the other runners. The coach approached her and Kate with the result.

    “Any bets?” He asked.

    “Me,” Angela said, smirking at Kate with ominous intent.

    “You’re right. The time is actually identical with the previous set, just reversed between you two,” the coach said.

    “You see that, Kate? You’re the one who should worry about second place, you little bitch,” Angela hissed.

    “Hey! What did I say about that kind of talk?!” The coach yelled at the brunette.
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  4. “God forsaken?” Kate scoffed, then rolled her eyes. “Oh, you’re one of those. That makes a lot of sense, got the name and all too, don’t you?”

    She considered telling Angela that she had Canadian blood in her, but she didn’t, better to keep quiet and make the woman think she had some weird non-existent advantage over her when it came to cold climates. Wasn’t Angela from the US too? What could possibly be so cold that she felt the need to brag about it? The climate was changing for the warmer in many places. Maybe she was sensitive to temperatures in general.

    Kate smirked as Angela threatened to beat her ass, and poured water on her face. She did wonder why she stared at her like she did. Did she have something on her face? Kate almost reached up with her hand to touch it, since she didn’t have a mirror. It would have to wait. The next set was about to begin. Kate poured what remained in the water bottle on herself as well, and made her way over to the starting line. She warmed up in a similar fashion to what Angela was doing, bouncing on her feet and waving her arms around.

    She got down in the same position as earlier when the race was about to start, with her fingers on the track. Her heart didn’t beat as hard as it had before the previous set. She’d already beaten Angela today, and the nervousness didn’t set in. The shot went off, and she ran. Kate tried to mute the rest of the world, but it wasn’t as easy this time for whatever reason. She should have ignored them all until they were finished with practice, as even a minor distraction could affect her negatively. Perhaps she was just tired because she hadn’t gotten enough sleep.

    The finish bothered her a bit, but she hoped it didn’t make any difference. Angela might start getting more cocky if she suddenly won a set. Kate was silent when the coach showed up and asked who they thought had won. She admitted to herself that she could have done better, should have done better, when the coach said that Angela had won. There’d be more chances to beat Angela, no doubt, and put her back in her place.

    “What language!” Kate gasped, and raised her hand to her mouth when Angela called her a little bitch. She wasn’t offended by it, plenty of people had called her the same or worse, but if she acted offended the coach would beat down that much harder on Angela for what she’d said.

    “I thought we were past this kind of enmity, Angela.” Kate wanted to grin in her face, but the coach was looking at them both. “I’m sorry you still don’t want to get along.”
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  5. “Don’t act like you give a shit about the language,” Angela said. Her tone was clearly one of frustration and anger. It was so typical of Kate to take advantage of and exploit situations like these, when the coach was involved. Admittedly, Angela was just as guilty, but that didn’t matter at this point.

    “You’re just saying that because Frank is here. And for your information, just because my name is Angela doesn’t make me religious,” the brunette exclaimed. Their coach was fairly used to these kinds of skirmishes between the two women. However, it appeared as if he had tired of it lately. There wasn’t much he could do about it, anyway. If Angela and Kate decided to go at each other, then that’s exactly what would happen—two immovable objects clashing—and nothing could stop it.

    “Whatever, I’m outta here,” Angela said. She simply couldn’t deal with the bullshit this morning. Practice had to wait until the evening, or the next day. The brunette walked with firm steps towards her things and collected them with haste. The coach tried to convince her to stay, as what was expected from a good mentor, but it wouldn’t take this time.

    Angela slammed the door shut behind her. The locker room was completely empty, silent. There weren’t that many females on the team, at least what Angela wanted to call ‘real’ females. Kate had her locker near Angela’s. The blonde’s dominant gender was female despite her unique nature. Either way, Angela would have the place to herself for a moment at least, enough to take a shower and leave.

    The brunette ripped her clothes off, still frustrated from the tiny clash with Kate, and then she hit the shower room. Ice cold water cascaded down her skin to begin with, just to cool off from the immense temperatures—there was no doubt that Angela was slightly sensitive to extremes. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift away. Somehow, Kate was still there; a mental image of the blonde next to Angela. But, how? She hated that bitch. Angela sighed loudly and adjusted the knobs on the tiled wall, letting slightly warmer water engulf her instead.

    Angela could hear that the door to the locker room slammed shut. She wasn’t going to have her peace, after all. The brunette closed her eyes once more, just trying to calm down and relax. However, Kate’s face and body was still there. For some damn reason, Angela couldn’t let it go. At the same time, her stomach growled loudly. She was hungry, tired, frustrated, everything all at once. She could just up and punch someone in the face. It was time to get going anyway, seeing as the practice had ended and Angela wasn’t alone anymore.

    She turned the shower off and grabbed a towel laying nearby.
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  6. Kate shook her head with a frown at Angela’s words, keeping her hand in front of her mouth. She could say whatever she wanted to say, curse and damn her, but she wasn’t going to stop pretending that she was genuinely offended when they were in front of others like this. By now, everyone must have seen what was going on. It had become common for them to argue and disrupt the order like this, so no one paid much attention to Angela’s outburst. Kate hoped at least some of them thought Angela was too much of a drama queen or attention whore, rather than that they both were. Poor Kate, Angela is giving her trouble again? That kind of opinion would make her look like a patient teammate. As she put up with Angela at all, she kind of was either way.

    “I’d never do something like that, Angela. Can’t you try to show a little sportsmanship when you win?” Kate asked with a pleading tone.

    She wanted to go on about how what she did was in poor taste, and ask why it always had to be this way, but the coach cast her a sideways glance that told her to please stop. Fine, she’d be quiet then. Angela was capable of making herself look the fool without Kate’s assistance anyway. It ended with her grabbing her belongings, and storming off. She was disappointed that the coach did nothing about Angela, and that he tried to convince her to stay. What was up with that? They should let the drama queen run away with her tail between her legs. Maybe they would be fortunate, and it would be the last they ever saw of her.

    Kate had planned to resume practice, and do what she had come to do. Instead, the coach decided that now was a good time to take her aside and tell her that he wished they would keep their fighting to some other time of the day if they had to do it. No, she didn’t have to do it, if Angela disappeared. Besides, they didn’t interact with each other outside practice. She said she’d go apologize to Angela to appease him, but the fact that she had to do anything like it angered her.

    She followed Angela to the locker room, but walked slowly so that the woman had a chance to leave before she got there. When she entered the locker room, she could hear the sound of a shower. She slammed the door in annoyance over how Angela was still there, and she’d have to say something to her. Kate prefered to wait until she was the last one around to take a shower, due to her predicament.

    This was a bad idea come to think of it. She was alone in the locker room with Angela in the shower, and the situation suddenly felt strangely loaded. Kate had continued towards the showers, but regretted it when she spotted Angela naked in there. Well, of course she’d be naked, but the scene in front of her stirred something primal in her that wasn’t anger. She had no chance to retreat before Angela grabbed a towel, and turned in her direction.

    “Uh…” Kate said, and ended up staring at the wet naked female body. Angela’s breasts became the focus of her attention, as she forgot herself for a moment. They seemed larger and rounder than hers. She felt her own pants stretch in the wrong place for this situation, and wished she’d worn anything that would have hid an erection better today.

    “You probably sleep with a lot of guys, huh.” Kate blurted out without a second thought. Oh great, now she’d fucked up. She’d come to feign an apology, not poke a stick in the wound and add further insult to injury.
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  7. This couldn’t be a coincidence. It was Kate of all people that stood at the entrance to the shower room. Angela didn’t know what to think. She usually felt herself rather vulnerable while naked in front of someone, but there were absolutely no traces of that in the presence of Kate. The shower had surely calmed the brunette down to some degree, but the mental images of the blonde had been rather strange and invasive, enough to keep the fire of anger going within her. Angela just stared at the somewhat stunned woman before her, and then something infuriating happened.

    Kate called Angela a whore, right to her face. In any other situation, Angela probably wouldn’t care or react to it, but this situation was special in every sense of the word. Whatever side Angela had awoken on this morning was definitely the worng one. The heat, the set, and the coach had been particularly irritating, not to mention Kate herself. And then this kind of insult comes along, while completely naked of all things. Angela couldn’t do anything other than frown and be silent for a moment. The insult was obviously a comment on the brunette’s attractive body, but there were certainly better ways to highlight that than ’you must sleep with a lot of guys’.

    Angela eyeballed the blonde from top to toe. While doing so, she noticed something peculiar. Unlike ’normal’ females, Kate has an obvious tell when it comes to her state of mind concenring attraction. Angela kept her eyes on Kate’s growing erection long enough for the blonde to realize that she had noticed it. The tables had suddenly turned. Angela didn’t feel herself as offended or vulnerable anymore. She returned eyecontact with Kate after a good moment.

    ”Yeah, and all of them have about the same reaction as you have right now,” Angela said. The brunette dropped the towel on the floor and took a step forward towards Kate. The women’s breasts touched slightly and Angela put a hand on Kate’s erection. The only thing that coursed through Angela’s mind was ’what the Hell are you doing? You fucking hate this bitch.’ But that was exactly the point. This was how she’d get back at her. Angela had never fucked someone of Kate’s nature, but everything had a first time.

    ”I can see how you have the balls to call me a whore right to my face,” Angela said while firmly and harshly grabbing Kate’s respective parts.
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  8. Kate felt uncomfortable with the way that Angela silently stared at her crotch, after what she’d said she’d half expected her to beat her bloody. The woman’s initial reaction and expression had added to that impression. She would have defended herself if the woman attacked her, regardless of the fact that she’d provoked her and might have deserved it. If it had come to that she would have had her hands all over Angela’s naked body, scratching and pushing to get her away. No one would have shown up for a while to tear them apart. Yeah, that’d be a real pain. Kate swallowed.

    This silent staring was making her nervous. She’d heard pretty much every insult and comment in the book about her condition. Angela couldn’t really say anything that would hurt her feelings. She’d gone through it time and time again. However, Angela might be able to report her for sexual harassment, and get her thrown off the team. Hell, even suspended from school. She cared more about her practice though. It’d be a shitty turn of events if she was forced to quit the team after she’d hoped that Angela would.

    She was surprised when Angela dropped the towel and stepped over to her, pressing her bosom against Kate’s own breasts. Her black top was in the way of them touching, but the sensation was there. She gasped when Angela put a hand on her cock through her pants, and didn’t need to fake this gasp. What was she doing? They hated each other. At least it’d be pretty difficult for her to claim any higher ground if she wanted to report Kate for harassment. She had grabbed her first. Who just did something like that anyway?

    “I didn’t call you a…” Kate began, then her voice went up several octaves when Angela grabbed her balls hard through her pants. It hurt. It was the good kind of pain, but it could be turned into the bad kind too easily. She didn’t trust Angela as it were, and even less so when she had a firm grip of her balls. Part of her wanted to show defiance, another part told her to shut up because who knew what this crazy bitch would do if she pissed her off more than she had.

    “One would think you’d know to treat it more gently than that if you’ve done this before.” Kate finally said, anger and emotion triumphing over logic. “Do you want me to give you instructions on where to put it?” She glanced down at the naked body that was right in front of her, enjoying what she saw for a moment before she spoke again. “I have a few ideas.”

    She moved to put her hands on Angela’s ass, and pressed her cock against the hand that held it.
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  9. The fresh feeling and scent of Angela’s newly washed body distinctly contrasted Kate’s slightly sweaty one. It enhanced the sense of antagonism between the two women, but at the same time the lust and craving for each other. All of it was a mere impulse. Angela couldn’t recall a single, previous moment in her life wherein she’d want to stand within a couple of feet of Kate, let alone touch or do anything with her cock. Although, the size of it had caught the brunette’s attention before, whenever she had accidentally seen it, which wasn’t a frequent occurrence.

    “What makes you think I’d want to treat anything of yours gently? You’re a fucking hypocrite and a freak,” Angela said. There were no regrets in her choice of words. If anything, they only added to the immense traffic of pleasant chemical reactions inside her body, not to mention having Kate’s hands all over her ass. Angela had never felt her deepest, primal desires before. There was just something about the situation, about who she was with, and the fact that she hated it all that enticed those feelings to surface. Angela’s other hand slipped between her thighs; she couldn’t believe how wet she was, and it definitely wasn’t aftermath of the shower.

    Angela slowly squatted before Kate. At that angel, the view of the world surely changed. The blonde’s cock was the size of Angela’s entire face, from neck to crown. When she held it in her hand, the tip of her thumb and index finger couldn’t reach around it to touch each other. The brunette could feel her heart thumping, harshly. It was her most erotic experience yet, and they hadn’t even done anything yet. Angela felt herself between her thighs again, and then slathered it all over Kate’s cock before she took it down her throat as far as she possibly could. Even then, the brunette wasn’t even half way down the length of it. Angela made sure that Kate’s hands, which had previously been on her ass, were pressing at the back of her head instead.

    “Was this what you had in mind, bitch?” Angela said while reaching for air, slapping Kate’s cock against her cheeks before taking it down her throat again. Each time it hit against the back of Angela’s mouth felt like being punched in the face; it felt as if her whole skull rattled. But she didn’t mind in the slightest. Her arms reached for Kate’s breasts and body; to feel her skin, to feel her warmth. Of all the guys Angela had been with, nobody came even remotely close to Kate’s immensity. Besides, Angela’s plan was to be the best fuck Kate was ever going to have. It was the way she’d gain control over the blonde, and manipulate her into doing anything Angela wanted.
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  10. Kate smirked when Angela called her a hypocrite and a freak. Real original, Angela, she hadn’t heard that since yesterday. She hadn’t literally heard it yesterday, as it had been a pretty calm day without school, but freak was definitely the most common insult thrown around about her condition. “Oh, I’d never fuck a freak like you,” was what she’d been told by other stuck up bimbos and then she’d been plowing them by the end of the night. It had turned into something more along the lines of “oh my god, I don’t think it’ll fit”. It may have been a tight fit for some.

    “Did you come up with that insult yourself, Angela, or did you need help?” Kate taunted, while groping her ass. She dug her nails into it.

    If the woman wanted to keep up their enmity, because it turned her on in some way, then she’d be more than happy to do so. Dirty or degrading talk didn’t faze her one way or the other. She did prefer it when some of them were quiet, as hearing them talk could be grating. Angela was a perfect example of someone whose mouth could be put to much better uses than talking. She almost laughed when the brunette put her hands between her legs, and slowly squatted before her. Wow, the situation must really be turning her on. She’d just called her a freak, but wasted no time in getting down in front of her. This was preferable to trying to chat someone up for hours, and pretending that she cared about the words that came out of their mouths.

    Kate pulled her own pants down enough to reveal her cock while Angela lowered herself. She looked down at her as she touched it, and held it in her hand. It felt nice, despite who was doing it, but she wished she would stop teasing her and get on with things.

    A rush of blood went through her cock when Angela slathered it in her own juices. That was new, usually they were scared of touching it. She barely had a chance to react before it was inside of Angela’s mouth. The brunette had taken as much of it as she could in one go, and that was damn hot. She believed Angela now about what she’d confessed earlier regarding religion and guys. Kate hadn’t meant to call her a whore, but she could see why the woman may have it as a complex. She groaned and stared at Angela as she sucked her cock. The image of her opponent kneeling in front of her with her cock in their mouth was something she wanted to remember. It was one of those moments she would have given a lot for a camera.

    “You shouldn’t talk, like you know, ever, but especially not now.” Kate replied, and shivered as Angela slapped her cock against her cheeks. When she put it back in her mouth, Kate began to thrust against her face, using her hands to keep it in place, and shoving the cock down Angela’s throat with each thrust. She’d blow her load in her mouth if she could. Why bother pleasing Angela, after all? They hated each other. There’d be no love lost because she hadn’t pleased this sex partner.

    Kate felt Angela’s hands travel up her body, in search of something, and it tingled. Was she going to be gentle now? She enjoyed the feeling that resulted as a combination of the tentative touches and the facefucking. Kate slowed down, not because she cared if Angela was satisfied, but because she wanted more. This could still get better, and maybe she was settling for the lesser alternative if she could come inside of Angela’s pussy instead.
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  11. The taste of Kate’s cock was incredible. It was nothing like the guys Angela had slept with before. It invoked a nearly uncontrollable, primal feeling in the brunette. She was positive that having a cock that far down her throat would’ve provoked a gag reflex, but there was nothing. This primal desire must’ve caused a great deal of adrenaline to sprout throughout her body, or something. The more she felt Kate’s thrusting movements, the deeper into the mesmerizing trance Angela fell. She finally stood up again. One of her hands was still firmly attached to Kate’s cock, slowly jerking and massaging it.

    “My talking annoys you? Good.” Angela said and picked her towel up from the floor. She led Kate into the main area of the locker room, guiding the blonde behind her by her rock-hard cock. The lockers were built in rows, facing each other with a long bench situated between them. There were about six of these throughout the room. When you entered the room, you wouldn’t see every row lined up, but the front of the first followed by the second, and so on. So, if someone walked in, they wouldn’t see Kate and Angela right away, but surely hear them.

    Angela stopped them by her locker. She placed the towel on the extended, narrow bench running through the locker row. Angela then put her left knee on the towel and balanced herself by her other leg still in contact with the floor. She arched her back as much as she could. One of her hands balanced itself on the bench, but the other massaged her pussy. Angela then took the hand that had blurred itself in her juices and moved it to her asshole, letting two fingers slip into it. All of it was an invitation to Kate to bury her massive cock wherever she wanted.

    “Fuck me like the whore you think I am and drench me in your cum,” Angela said.
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  12. When Angela stopped and stood back up again, Kate wanted to force her back down on the floor, but not so she could continue sucking on her cock. No, she’d join her on the floor and pound her silly. Instead, she had to fight the desire to come in Angela’s hand when she jerked and massaged her cock.

    “Why is that good?” Kate asked and furrowed her brow, genuinely curious. “What happened to your will to fight?”

    She didn’t get a response then. Angela pulled Kate along with her by holding onto her cock, and leading them away from the showers to the lockers. They stopped by Angela’s locker, and her own was nearby. Kate worried that anyone might show up soon. Practice had to end in time for everyone to shower, and get to class. She didn’t have a clock on her to check what the time was.

    Kate admired Angela’s eager body in front of her, and watched her play with herself. She wanted to enter her. It wasn’t the first time she’d thought about Angela in that way, but now she’d get a chance to actually do it. She had to suppress her urges when she trained with sweaty hot women for hours, or they would notice that something was strange about her.

    “Have you watched too much porn, Angela?” Kate finally asked, after the weirdly phrased command to fuck her. “I’m going to fuck you, believe you me, but really, shut up with the porn lines.”

    She focused her attention on Angela’s breasts once more. Kate wanted to touch them, feel them in her hands and hear Angela’s reaction to her doing it. They didn’t have a lot of time though. She would regret it if she let the moment slip away without doing anything to them. Who knew if Angela would ever speak with her again after this?

    “Fuck it.” Kate said, then took off her own top and sports bra. It would make some sense for her to be undressed in a locker room, as long as no one found her deep inside of Angela.

    She placed her hands on Angela, and forced her to lie down on the bench on her back. This way she could enter her while their breasts squeezed together. Kate grinned as she looked at Angela underneath her. She took her own cock in her hand, and guided it to Angela’s cunt then slid it inside of her. It wasn’t the easiest thing to accomplish, but she took it slowly until she felt herself enveloped.

    Kate loved feeling her own skin against Angela’s, her breasts against hers, and her cock going in and out at a quick pace. She was still sweaty while fucking someone who had just taken a shower. They’d both be dirty after this.

    Angela’s face was right in her own face, and it was awkward to look at her. She found herself staring at her mouth with a stupid grin, knowing where it had been she’d rather not do anything with it, but there was a certain temptation to it. Instead, she reached for Angela’s breasts and played with them. She massaged them, pinched the nipples and kind of forgot that she was supposed to be fucking her for a moment.
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  13. “I knew that would trigger you. You’re such a stuck up bitch, as if you got your own cock up your ass all the time,” Angela said. The more she expressed her hate for the blonde, the better it felt when Kate handled her.

    Angela was slightly surprised by the sudden command by Kate. It was as if she had finally given in to the primal urge. Her hands were strong and firm as a man’s, but at the same time smooth and pleasant as a woman’s. It was the perfect blend. The touch of her breasts against Angela’s own was exquisite icing on top of the already titillating experience. It was a strange feeling, however. The mixture between man and woman in Kate really played mind-tricks on Angela. The best of two worlds.

    When Kate’s cock finally pushed itself into Angela, the brunette exhaled deeply. Her face was completely blank for a moment, staring into Kate’s eyes. The blonde’s cock felt much bigger than she expected. Angela could feel herself getting stretched and properly filled. No other guy had ever been able to do that. She wondered if she’d even be able to walk afterwards. Every thrust by Kate caused a loud moan to emit from Angela, her breath increasing in frequency and depth.

    The sensation of their breasts touching and Kate playing with them, all the while being fucked by the same woman was incapacitating. Angela’s pupils occasionally disappeared up behind her eyelids before coming back and behold a swaying reality, as if she was drunk. Her legs, which were spread wide by Kate’s body, twitched and shook every now and then. Angela’s hands engulfed the back of the blonde, her nails going up and down Kate’s back, clenching onto her ass.

    Angela’s body did things it had never done before. Her breasts emitted fluids as Kate massaged them and pinched the nipples. It made the experience otherworldly. Yet, the only thing Angela could think about, if she could think at all, was how much she hated the woman that was fucking her. The blonde’s stupid grin only made things worse. Angela took one of her hands and placed it on Kate’s mouth.

    “Wipe that fucking grin off your face,” she said.
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  14. “Are you jealous?” Kate replied with a laugh, and smacked Angela’s ass. “I know you want it up your ass.”

    Besides, it’d be quite impossible for her to achieve that. Kate was large, but it didn’t bend that well. Maybe if there was a second time she’d give the brunette was she wanted instead. Maybe they could pick a better place where they didn’t need to feel pressured for time. She was forced to pick a hole, and stick with it.

    Kate loved Angela’s reactions when she filled her with her cock, and fucked her. The way she moaned, and how she seemed to drift in and out. It egged her on to keep up the pace, while she may have been tempted to give it to her harder it was apparent that the brunette was more than enjoying the way she was already fucking her. She was somewhat concerned that her moans were too loud, but they were like music to her ears and she’d gladly listen to them. The nails on her back and her ass was a sweet addition to all the sensations she were experiencing.

    She was surprised when Angela’s breasts emitted fluids, but didn’t let it bother her for long and kept massaging them, until they were sticky and covered in the fluids. Kate assumed a serious expression and took Angela’s hand in her own when she put it in front of her mouth, intertwining their fingers together.

    “You could be quite beautiful.” Kate said and leaned down to kiss her, but broke it off right before their lips touched. She laughed and went for Angela’s neck instead. “It’s a shame you’ve got the personality of a wet mop.”

    She sucked on Angela’s neck in a place where a hickey would be hard to hide unless she started wearing some kind of scarf. She increased the pace at which she was fucking her too, intent on pounding that cunt numb until she came. That was when she heard the sound of voices from outside the locker room. They were loud, and not that close yet, but Kate put her hand on Angela’s mouth to prevent her from moaning so everyone could hear them. She stopped trying to keep herself from cumming, and came inside of Angela shortly afterwards. There was plenty of it that shot out inside of her. Kate's body shook and shivered, and she had to keep herself from moaning or screaming out.

    Kate pulled herself out of Angela, leaving a trail of semen. She took her dick in her hand, and wiped it off on Angela’s leg. She felt a rush knowing that she had defiled her opponent, and that she was going to leave her naked and dirty in the locker room right as others would enter. She pulled her pants back up, and put on her sports bra. She’d use the top to cover up what remained of her erection as she exited. Kate had left some of her belongings back at the track, and she didn’t usually shower when the others did anyway.

    “Buh-bye, Darling.” Kate said with a wink, and left her where she was.
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  15. When Kate shot her load into Angela, it felt as if someone had shoved a hose into the brunette’s cunt and just turned it on at full force. Due to the size of Kate’s cock, there was barely anywhere for the semen to go. Angela’s eyes widened as it happened, holding her breath as well. She probably came herself in that moment, but her body were doing so many new and strange things that she couldn’t really tell. The brunette was nearly paralyzed for a second. As the blonde wiped clean her cock on Angela’s leg, she regain control of her body and began breathing normally again.

    “Fuck you,” Angela said. It was the only response she could think of to all the remarks by Kate. Incidentally, some of it was true. The thought of having the blonde’s massive cock fill Angela’s ass was ecstatic, but she couldn’t say that. However, Angela knew that this wasn’t going to be the last time they fucked; there would definitely be more of it.

    Angela thought that Kate had just come too early, but just as the blonde slipped behind the lockers and out of sight, Angela heard the voices. It instantly explained why the climax of things occurred so fast. It also explained the sucking of the neck, the hickey. What a mischievous little bitch she was to give her that. Angela could throw herself back into the shower, soak the towel as well, but that hickey would be much harder to conceal. She’d have to hide it with makeup, later. The brunette quickly slipped into the shower again and let the water wash off Kate’s cum. Just a moment later, the chattering girls entered as well. There were about five of them.

    “Hey Angela,” one of them said.
    “Hey,” the brunette replied, rather nervously.
    “Was Kate here just now?” Another of them asked.
    “Yeah, I guess she got something out of her locker or something” Angela said. The other girls then began to chat amongst each other.

    “Wouldn’t it make more sense if her locker was in the guys’ locker room?”
    “Yeah, like, sure she looks like a girl, but it’s the thing between your legs that kind of counts.”
    “It’s not like you have to shower with her or anything; she’s never here with us.”
    “That’s not the point.”
    “Come on, give her a break.”
    “What? No, like, it’s not just the fact that she has a penis; she has that crazy man-strength out there on the track. Angela is the only one even remotely able to compete with her, and that’s just barely.”
    “Hey…,” Angela reacted.
    “No offense, Angela, but that’s how it is.
    “Whatever,” Angela said and exited the shower, once again.
    “Like, how are we even going to have a chance at the regionals next week? It’s insane.”

    The brunette was fast to dry herself off and get dressed. She didn’t bother with the hair. Her legs were extremely wobbly after being penetrated by Kate’s cock. Angela just wanted to go home and recuperate for a bit before classes. She actually had one class with the blonde. Angela knew that nobody could ever know that she’d been fucked by Kate. First of all, she would be totally ostracized by the other girls on the team, and in most classes. Second of all, it was widely known that Angela and Kate hated each other, so how would that look? It made no sense. Yet, the only thing circulating Angela’s mind was the feeling of Kate’s cock inside of her. Nothing could compare; nothing.
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  16. Kate went back to the track to gather her belongings, but did a few final exercises for the morning’s practice while there, so that by the time she would get back to the showers the others would have left. It might be possible to count fucking Angela as part of her practice today. She wasn’t entirely sure what it would equate to in terms of other exercises or energy used though. The thought of adding it to the exercises she already did weekly made her smile to herself, but she doubted Angela would be up for it. The other girls weren’t as dedicated or serious as Kate when it came to practice, and then they blamed it on some weird misconception that she was part male. She was a female with the wrong genitals, not some combination of the two in any other way. If anything, she had better genetics and more talent.

    After Kate had finished her additional practice, and was certain that the others would have left she headed back to the showers. It felt strange to be back in the locker room after what had happened there not too long ago. She wondered if Angela had been detected by the rest of the girls before she got a chance to clean herself up. In a twisted way, she really hoped they had found her breathless and unable to move on the bench, with Kate’s cum in her cunt and on her leg. How would she had explained something like that? Kate undressed and took a cold shower to calm herself down before classes.

    The morning classes went by without anything out of the ordinary happening, even if her mind drifted more than once to think about what she had done with Angela. It was difficult to focus when the image of Angela on her knees sucking her cock kept popping up in her head, or the fresh memory of how it felt to be inside of her with their bodies pressed together. When lunch break came around, Kate had to relieve herself in the bathroom. She didn’t want to go around with thoughts in her head about a woman that she had hated, still hated, fiercely before they had fucked.

    History was the only class she had after lunch that day. She went to the classroom early, only to find Angela and a small group of students waiting outside of it. Wait, had they always had history together? How had she not realized that? Maybe because it was one of her least favourite subjects so she didn’t pay much attention, and sometimes skipped classes altogether.

    “Yo Angela, I had an idea.” Kate said loudly, but kept her distance from her opponent and the group of students. She wasn’t really popular, and somehow everyone seemed to know about her condition. Someone had told them. Somehow she wouldn’t be surprised if it was Angela or someone else on the team. The true friends she did have she’d gotten outside of school, or had since she was a kid. “Maybe we should include fucking in our practice. I know you enjoyed it, and I see you still got that…” Kate gestured towards her own neck, where the hickey on Angela’s neck should be visible.

    This was her form of justice, for whoever had spread rumours about her. She didn’t lower herself. She just brought Angela down with her. Maybe no one would believe her to begin with, but rumours were bound to spread about Angela too if Kate said it enough times.
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  17. The brief landing at home was refreshing, even if it was only for twenty minutes. Angela returned to school with a clear mind, although still a bit wobbly in her walk. It was difficult to ignore the events of the early morning. Angela couldn’t for the love of everything in the world think of a single reason as to why she had chosen that course of action. It didn’t even make sense; why would someone willingly fuck a person whom they hated? She was certain that it only ever happened in pornography. The only logical explanation was that Angela was attracted to the feeling of spite, and somehow wanted to cripple Kate’s abilities on the track. So far, however, the brunette seemed to do herself a disservice.

    Everything seemed to sail along smoothly. Angela spotted Kate every now and then throughout the day, but they didn’t talk. It wasn’t until history class that things got incredibly awkward. Angela was reminded of the fact that they actually hated each other, genuinely hated each other. But the brunette wondered, however, if she would’ve gone so far as to publicly shame Kate. Maybe she would’ve, but it seemed unnecessary. All she wanted was for Kate to leave the team, not ruin her completely. Kate’s comment proved that she had other ideas. In that moment, Angela realized that she had forgotten to cover the hickey, which had grown considerably since the same morning.

    “What the fuck are you talking about?” Angela said. It was the only response she could think of in the heat of the moment. This was the first time something like this had happen, so she could always play it safe and lean against the fact that Kate wasn’t particularly popular or liked by other students. Any further incidents would certainly raise some eyebrows, but not this isolated thing. However, the others did notice the hickey, and Angela had to address it whether she wanted to or not.

    “This is from my boyfriend, asshole.” Angela said. Whatever Kate had to attack with, Angela was confident that she could deflect. But it was utmost temporary. Sooner or later someone would discover the truth and it would most likely ruin Angela’s reputation more so than Kate’s. Was it worth it? Angela asked herself. Fuck yes it was. Kate’s massive cock was worth the risk, by far.

    After class, Angela made sure to pull Kate to the side when everyone exited the classroom. It wasn’t as if they couldn’t be seen talking, it was just unusual. Besides, Kate had been extremely rude and inappropriate, so it was a natural reaction for Angela to deal with it, or at least so she thought.

    “Are you sure you want to take it this far?” Angela whispered hysterically. “It’s no secret that we don’t like each other, everybody knows that, but what we do or don’t do off the record is nobody’s fucking business.”
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  18. A few of the other students laughed at Angela’s response, at Kate, but mostly they seemed interested in what was happening. She was content with what she’d said for now, didn’t respond to Angela’s lies, but rolled her eyes and nodded sarcastically as if she didn’t believe a word. It would only result in more lies from the bitch. She had more sway with the stupid sheep. Maybe Angela would leave her alone, and Kate could have left it at that. No, she wouldn’t be the bigger woman in this scenario, wouldn’t be content until Angela was brought down. The lie about the boyfriend giving her the hickey may be worth investigating. If Angela had a boyfriend, Kate should tell him the truth as soon as she could.

    The history class went by without any interaction between the two, but she noticed one of the other students whispering about what had happened before class. Someone threw a paper ball at her. It annoyed her a bit, but she pretended like it hadn’t happened. It had happened enough times that it had almost become part of her day. She didn’t want to give them power over her, but she didn’t want to be around them either, so it had turned into one of the reasons she skipped classes.

    Kate was ready to go home when the class ended, and do something to take her minds off things. Maybe play some games or call a friend. She had some more exercises she needed to do, but it wasn’t until later that day during the evening. She didn’t get a chance to escape school before Angela pulled her aside.

    Kate remained quiet for a moment, looking at Angela as if she thought she was insane. Had she implied she wanted to keep doing it, as long as no one else found out, or had she imagined that part? Would this bitch just keep on coming back no matter what she did to her? Kate had gotten the impression Angela’s talk during their intercourse was not of someone who slept with a lot of guys and was experienced like Angela wanted her to think, but of someone who watched too much porn, which in turn would mean she didn’t get laid often…? It’d make sense why she seemed desperate then.

    “I’m only getting started, babe.” Kate whispered through clenched teeth. “I’ll see you brought down. I don’t give a shit about my own reputation. You and your friends already ruined that. This is payback.”

    Admittedly, she had no proof whatsoever that Angela was one of those who had spread rumours about her, but she hated her to the point that she attributed features to her that she hated in others. If Angela got a taste of some of what Kate had put up with through the years, maybe she would break under the pressure and quit the team. Maybe she’d be pushed further than that even.

    Kate could see and hear that there were still students nearby. Angela had whispered so they wouldn’t hear their conversation, but she’d made the mistake to assume that Kate would do the same. She didn’t feel sorry for what she knew she had to do, when the idea popped into her head.

    Kate slapped Angela across the cheek with her open palm, not hard or to hurt her, but loud and visibly enough that everyone nearby would notice. She pushed her away from herself, and began screaming at her. “What the fuck!? Don’t touch me there! I’m going to fucking report you for harassment if you do that again. God, you just won’t leave me alone after that one time. It was one time Angela!”

    It felt empowering to do it to her opponent, even more so when she saw the faces of those nearby. Kate realized she had to get out of there before Angela or anyone else had a chance to make a comeback. She turned on her heel, and strode quickly towards the nearest exit to get out of this hell. She would begin running as soon as she had gotten outside, but it would kind of ruin her moment if anyone saw her running away. They'd assume she was crying.
  19. Angela couldn’t believe what just happened. The bitch slapped her across the face, and then she had the guts to falsely call Angela out for harassment. The brunette was speechless. Her face was boiling red with anger, but her body frozen stiff. This was bound to happen at some point or another, but not like this and not after what they had done earlier. Angela didn’t expect much to change after they had fucked, but she didn’t think they’d start assaulting each other with it this early.

    The other students observed the spectacle with mixed reactions. Most of the girls took Angela’s side, while others didn’t care or cheered for Kate. Angela wasn’t exactly an angel, even if her name so suggested. She hung around with the ‘popular crowd’ and hadn’t always been super nice to people who weren’t in that particular group. One could say that Angela somewhat deserved a good slap to the face. But then again, violence was rarely justified according to her.

    If this was how Kate wanted things to go, then fine. Angela was prepared to bring the heavy artillery. She ignored her friends and rushed down to the faculty offices to speak with whoever was in charge of student matters. Unfortunately for her, however, the offices were empty. It was quite late in the afternoon and most teachers had left for the day. There was only one other thing Angela could think of: the coach. The brunette made for the track where they practiced. It was a miniature stadium, one could say. Either way, the coach had his office there. Luckily, he was still there, but about to leave.

    “Coach, I need to talk to you,” Angela said. Her cheek was still red after the slap from Kate.
    “What happened to you?” The coach asked.
    “Kate just slapped me for no reason.”
    “But that’s not all. She raped me in the locker room this morning.”
    Angela couldn’t believe what she had just said and accused Kate of. She didn’t want to, but the blonde forced her hand with her lies and shitty behavior.
    “Angela…,” the coach sighed.
    “It’s true! What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you normally just sigh when someone has been raped?—a member of your own team, no less.”
    “Of course not, but this is a serious accusation.”
    “I know that!” Angela shouted.
    “We’ll have to notify the student committee and the principal, and talk with Kate herself.”
    A thick lump of saliva formed in Angela’s throat.
    “I’ll do that.”
    “What? Talk with Kate?”
    “So, you are going to talk to the person who raped you about the accusation you are filing against her?”
    “Yes. You have her number, right? Just give me her number.”
    “Angela… I can’t do that.”
    “Why not?”
    “Kate’s phone number is not for the public domain.”
    “What the Hell does that mean?”
    “I just can’t give it to you.”
    “If you give it to me, I won’t report her for raping me.”
    The coach sighed again, raising his eyebrow at the girl.
    “I don’t see how that will change anything,” he said.
    “I just need to talk to her, but I obviously can’t do that in person, as she’ll either fuck me or beat me.”
    “When is this going to end between you two? This can’t continue.”
    “I’m trying to fix it!”
    “Fine, take her number. But this has to end now, Angela. I don’t want this to affect either of your performance at the regionals.”
    “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

    Later that night, Angela was staring at Kate’s number on her phone. She had not dialed it yet, but had every intention to do so. However, the brunette had no idea what she was going to say. There was no way she could admit that being publicly humiliated by Kate turned her on to no end. She just wanted to get fucked by the blonde again. Was she a masochist? Angela had never thought about it before, but maybe she enjoyed that kind of thing.

    She pressed dial on her phone. With every pulse of the tone, Angela became ever so nervous. Even if a storm of emotions raged within her, she now knew exactly what to say. When a voice finally sounded on the other end of the connection, Angela blurted out the words.

    “Let’s fuck. My place, your place, I don’t care which,” Angela said.
  20. Kate had escaped school, high on the feeling she’d gotten from standing up to Angela in front of everyone, and not thought much about what consequences would come from her actions. Maybe if she had she would have been more worried than she was, but she spent the rest of the day without a care in the world. She called a friend, and they spent a couple of hours at an arcade. It helped her wind down, forget about the school drama that she never wanted to be a part of.

    When afternoon turned into evening, Kate parted with her friend and went back home to exercise. Her family owned some equipment like a treadmill, weights and a stationary bicycle. Kate preferred the bicycle most of the time, as she could do some easy exercise with headphones on. The practice she did with the team was tougher, but she still had energy at the end of some days. The music she picked this day was some alternative rock with a cool beat.

    Afterwards Kate took a long hot shower. At school she always had to rush when showering, or she’d be late to classes. At home she felt comfortable and safe, she didn’t need to shower with anyone who thought she was a freak and didn’t want her to shower with them. She got similar reactions from both women and men, but she felt more comfortable around women.

    Kate finished showering and got dressed. She was about to go watch TV with her family when she heard her phone ring. It was rare for anyone else than her friends to call her this late, so she rushed to find it and answer, but when she did she didn’t recognize the number that was displayed across the screen. She answered it against her better judgement after a moment of hesitation. Telemarketers had no respect, and would call at any time of day.

    The voice and words she heard through the phone was not what she had expected, but she wasn’t surprised either. She wasn’t sure whether to hang up the phone or not at first.

    “Why would I want to do that with you?” Kate finally asked, but remembered how it had been like that morning and changed her tone to something a little less hostile. “Are you going to behave like a normal human being?” She put her hand across her mouth so Angela wouldn’t hear her laughing, as she’d had an idea for how to make her prove she could behave or get rid off her for good. “How about, you put on nothing else than lingerie and a coat, then you make the trip to my house to show you’ll be a good obedient doggy. If you do show up wearing nothing else, I might consider it. I’ll text you my address.”

    Kate hung up before Angela had a chance to respond. She’d likely never do it, and Kate didn’t intend to text Angela her address at all at first, but for some reason she did.
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