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The laughter and chatter slowly faded as the last of the teammates left the locker room. Another win under their belt, most of the team decided to head back to the house before going out. Saturday night meant there would be good dancing at the bars, and Maybelle was hoping to see one of the gentlemen she danced with last week.
Carson looked around and signaled to Greta that they were alone. It was risky, them being together in Rockford. But Carson knew the summer was ending soon. They didn’t have many more away games, and she didn’t know how much time the two of them would have alone. She wanted to make the most of it.
“You wanted to talk to me, Coach Shaw?” Greta asked with a wink. She twirled a piece of her hair between her fingers.
“Yeah, I… uh…” She sputtered, trying to be subtle but clever with her next words. Something that would drive Greta crazy. “Good sportsmanship today.”
Greta laughed. “Oh, thank you Coach. It wouldn’t be without the camaraderie of my team and the…” she stepped closer to Carson so they were just inches apart, and she put her finger on Carson’s chin, pulling her face closer to her own. “Leadership of the coach.” She kissed Carson and felt her smile.
“This is weird, right?”
“A little.” Greta laughed.
Both of them knew it was risky. The locker room wasn’t, well, locked. Anyone could walk in. Someone could realize they forgot something and come back in and see the two of them together. But for some reason, neither of them cared. Carson kissed Greta back, hungry for more than just the chaste kisses they gave when they were alone together for short moments.
Carson pushed Greta up against one of the beams, digging her fingers into her hips. Greta grabbed Carson’s hair and cupped the back of her neck. Carson’s hands moved up to the buttons on Greta’s uniform, but Greta pushed her back.
“We shouldn’t do this. Someone could walk in.” She hated saying it, feeling the heat rise between her legs, but knew it was for the best.
“Well then…” Carson’s fingers traced the stitching down to the skirt, and she lifted it up slightly. “Maybe I can quickly give you something?”
Greta smiled, biting her lip. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” Fuck, she didn’t care. Let them know. They probably already knew. She just wanted Carson.
Carson bit her neck. She wished she could leave a mark there for everyone to see, but there was no way that would go over well. She traced the outline of Greta’s panties and started touching her over the fabric. Greta let out a slight moan.
“Still worried about people coming in?” Carson asked. God, she loved teasing Greta. Greta’s face flushed red as Carson reached through the band of her panties and touched her fingers to her clit. “Because I can stop if you want.”
“No, please don’t. Please don’t stop.” Greta’s legs began to quiver against Carson’s movements. Her face seemed lost in the ecstasy of the moment, almost as if she forgot that the locker room smelled like it always did after a game.
“What do you want, baby?” Carson whispered into her ear. She pulled her hand back, and Greta sighed.
“You know what I want.” As if she was asking with her words, she spread her legs just a little wider. Carson kissed her, kissed her neck, and got on her knees in front of her. She kissed her right thigh, her left thigh, and pulled Greta’s panties down. They fell to the floor, and Carson put her head underneath Greta’s skirt to kiss Greta where she really wanted to be kissed. God, and Carson just wanted to taste her. She flicked her tongue back and forth, using the noises Greta made as a signal that she was doing something right.
“Fuck, Carson.” Greta felt like her knees were going to buckle, but Carson grabbed her hips, pulling Greta closer. The more her tongue moved, the more she felt Greta tremble. She was so warm, so wet, so beautiful. Greta’s hands grabbed onto Carson’s hair as she tried to keep Carson’s face close, but she knew who was in control of the moment. She wanted to stay like this forever. The other girls didn’t do this for her.
Greta felt Carson’s left hand move away. She didn’t care, Carson’s mouth was still ravenous between her legs. She thought, almost hoped, that Carson’s fingers would find her way to that space as well, adding to the feeling, but nothing came of it. She pulled away for a moment, hearing Carson moan. She lifted her skirt and saw Carson, her face still between her thighs, but her fingers between her own legs.
“Oh, are you enjoying yourself there?” Greta asked. Carson smiled up at her.
“Fuck, I know I said quick, but you seem to be having such fun.” She kissed Greta’s right thigh, then her left thigh. “I thought I might join in as well.”
A noise. A footstep? Something. Shit. Carson stood up and wiped her mouth off. Greta quickly reached down to pull her panties up. They ran to the bathroom stalls and Greta pushed Carson into the first one.
They both quieted their breathing as best they could, but god Greta’s breath on the back of her neck made Carson wish they were back in the convent, back in Bev’s car, somewhere where they could lie together or at least have a quiet moment together without worrying about people. She wanted to kiss her again, but they heard the person walking around the locker room. Whoever it was, they stopped somewhere. It sounded like they grabbed something, and then they turned around and walked out.
Silence.
Another minute passed. Still silent. Greta peeked her head out the door and stepped out.
“We should go.” She said, motioning for Carson to leave the stall. Carson let out a sigh. She knew Greta was right, even if she didn’t want to. She took Greta’s hand and pulled her in for a kiss. This one wasn’t a short, chaste kiss. Not even a ravenous, hungry kiss that begged for more. It was a long kiss. It was… it was a loving kiss. She didn’t remember the last time she had had one of these.
Carson pulled away, her hands lingering on Greta’s for just a breath before they turned and walked towards the door.
Jess stood outside in a shadow, smoking a cigarette and laughing to herself.