The high school locker room was bustling with activity as the girls’ soccer team finished their practice. Amidst the chaos, a certain brunette senior stood out. Preeti was partially undressed, her toned stomach and the top of her lacy black bra visible. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, partially hiding her face as she rummaged through her locker.
Her teammate, Riya, a petite Indian junior with a playful smile, couldn’t help but notice Preeti’s distracted state. She approached her friend, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Preeti, everything okay?” she asked, her voice full of concern.
Preeti looked up, startled. “Oh, hey Riya,” she replied, her voice shaky. “Yeah, I’m just…tired, I guess.”
Riya’s eyes narrowed, sensing her friend’s unease. “Preeti, I know we’ve been through a lot this season, but you can talk to me,” she said softly.
Preeti hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I just…I don’t know, Riya. I’ve been having these…urges, I guess. And I don’t know what to do about them.”
Riya raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Urges, huh? You mean…sexual urges?”
Preeti blushed, nodding. “Yeah. I…I don’t know what to do. I’ve never felt this way before.”
Riya placed a reassuring hand on Preeti’s arm. “Hey, it’s okay. We all have those feelings. And you know what? I think I can help you out.”
Preeti looked at Riya, her eyes wide with surprise. “What…what do you mean?”
Riya leaned in closer, her breath hot on Preeti’s ear. “I mean, I can help you explore those urges. Together.”
Preeti’s heart raced as Riya’s words sunk in. She nodded, unable to speak. Riya took Preeti’s hand, leading her to a secluded corner of the locker room.
Once they were alone, Riya pressed Preeti against the wall, their bodies mere inches apart. She looked into Preeti’s eyes, her own full of desire. “You’re so beautiful, Preeti,” she whispered, her voice husky.
Preeti gasped as Riya’s lips met hers, their tongues intertwining in a passionate kiss. Riya’s hands roamed Preeti’s body, caressing her breasts and stomach. Preeti moaned, her own hands exploring Riya’s body in return.
Riya broke the kiss, trailing her lips down Preeti’s neck. She nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a gasp from Preeti. “Do you like that?” Riya asked, her voice full of confidence.
Preeti nodded, unable to speak. Riya continued her assault on Preeti’s neck, her hands working their way under Preeti’s bra. She pinched Preeti’s nipples, causing Preeti to cry out in pleasure.
Riya then dropped to her knees, her hands working their way under Preeti’s skirt. She looked up at Preeti, a mischievous glint in her eye. “May I?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Preeti nodded again, her breath coming in short gasps. Riya smiled, pulling Preeti’s panties down. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste Preeti’s wetness.
Preeti cried out, her hands gripping Riya’s hair as Riya’s tongue explored her folds. Riya’s fingers joined in, working Preeti’s clit as she sucked and licked.
Preeti’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking as she cried out Riya’s name. Riya continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from Preeti.
Once Preeti had come down from her high, Riya stood up, her lips glistening with Preeti’s juices. She kissed Preeti again, sharing her taste.
Preeti wrapped her arms around Riya, pulling her closer. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice full of gratitude.
Riya smiled, her eyes full of love. “Anytime, Preeti. Anytime.”
