I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 05

All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are consenting young adults. I was considerably more consenting now than Friday night.

My part of the bargain was fulfilled, and despite it being the most embarrassing moment of my life, second most actually, it had been worth it. I figured I still had hurdles with the guys in the locker room, but whatever happened, it was already worth it.

If you missed the chapters leading up to this point, you should read them.

*****

On the drive to practice, I had time to think about events of the past 24 hours. Maybe I should have worried about the two assholes, but I never gave them a thought. Instead, my thoughts were on more interesting things; Sis and sex. Sis was great, and I found myself thinking about other girls.

The only thing that worried me was Sis's technique this morning. Some people may like it rough, but I'd rather not have all the fingernail action. It hurt.

Thanks to Sis, I was the last guy to arrive at practice. I'd have to thank her for that when I got home.

By the time I walked into the locker room, most everyone was dressed. I kept my eyes focused forward and headed straight for my locker. No one spoke, but I heard a lot of whispers. When I got to my spot, I noticed that the two guys who were normally next to me had moved, replaced with two younger players. The two assholes probably forced them to trade places. For me, it had to be an improvement.

I didn't say anything, but opened my locker, getting ready to take off my street clothes and change into my practice uniform.

We were still in early season practices designed to get us used to the heat, so it was helmets only; no pads or contact for now. It wouldn't take but a minute to put on jersey, practice shorts, and cleats.

As I pulled my t-shirt off, I felt it binding and pulling at my back and silently cursed Sis. I could feel it drag over my entire back. I grimaced and grunted from the pain as I worked the t-shirt carefully up my back.

To myself, 'What the fuck did you do to me, Sis?' I was hoping this morning was just another lesson and Sis would move on to something else, anything else. I had had all the rough sex I wanted.

With the t-shirt up around my head, I heard someone behind me, "Holy shit! Guys, you gotta see Tyler's back."

"I guess he wasn't lying about the girl and her panties." I wasn't sure anyone had heard that yesterday.

Guys crowded around now to get a look at my back, which up to this point, I hadn't seen either. I went to the restroom to find a mirror where I could examine it. The guys followed.

Even I was shocked at what I saw. My back was covered with long sets of parallel scratches running from the center of my back downward and outward toward my sides. These were the paths' Sis's fingernails had traced so many times this morning. I recalled that she hadn't restricted herself to my back and pulled my shorts down just far enough to reveal that Sis hadn't spared my ass.

"Man, she worked you over good. He's got hickeys too," as they discovered my neck, but it wasn't as impressive as my back.

With a smile taking form, "Yeah, she really did." It was then that I realized this had been Sis's way of correcting the situation that she had created. She couldn't have done anything better. Any ill will I harbored for Sis's rough sex vanished.

Those scratches gave me a measure of respect on the team. I had always been an outsider. This morning I became an insider; accepted at least. I wasn't certain I wanted to be all the way in with some of these guys.

The moment didn't last as the Coach Barker appeared in the door to the rest room. "What the hell are you guys doing here in the restroom? Times wasting."

One boy near me spoke up, "Coach, I think Tyler's... hurt."

"Hell. I warned you guys about fighting," as the guys parted to allow him to get to me. I turned to face him and started to explain.

The boy who had first spoken up volunteered, "He wasn't fighting, Coach. Look at his back!"

As I turned, "What's the matter? You got..." He never finished the sentence. "Cuhhh-rist Tyler. What got hold of you? Damn. Did you run into a mountain lion or something? Never seen anything like that."

From a boy in the background, "I'm pretty sure it was PUSSY cat." Everyone in the room snickered, except me and Coach.

"I'm good to go, Coach. They're just scratches. I'll be ok."

Looking at my back, "We're not doing contact drills now anyway. If you practice, you'll be a distraction. Another day of running might be in order. You'll just get a head start on your conditioning. Let's get you over to first aid and see if they have something for that back. Damn! She worked you over good."

Coach imparted some final advice, "Ms. Talmage is pretty protective of her girls, so, probably the less said the better; just 'yes sir' and 'no sir'. Understand?" The guys snickered at his use of sir. Coach frowned and there was silence.

I was apprehensive as I walked across the field. Ms. T had something against the football team, and I was part of it.

As I approached, the girls were looking me over. I had forgotten that I wasn't wearing a shirt. It appeared girls were as bad as boys when it came to leering. It's intimidating to have twenty plus eyes roaming over you like a piece of meat. Did the girls feel this way when the football team did it to them?

Apparently Ms. T knew about yesterday. She walked close enough that I was the only one who could hear. Dripping with sarcasm, "What do you need? A bra to go with your panties?"

"No . I need first aid." I'd had three years of practice letting things roll off my back. It had been easier that way. Still, not so hot that all the girls also seemed to know about yesterday. I couldn't help but wonder what they must all think about me.

Ms. T questioned me, "You look ok to me. You're not trying to get out of practice again are you?"

"It's my back... I have some... scratches."

"Let me see. Turn around." I turned which gave her a view of my back. The girls also got a good look.

There was a collective gasp from Ms. T and the girls while they took in my back. Understanding set in and chatter between them began.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"I thought he was gay."

"Who do you think did it?"

"Was it one of us?"

"He's got a hickey."

"Never saw him without his shirt before."

"He's cute."

And on and on. It was embarrassing, and new territory for me. For the past three years, the only look I had gotten from girls at school had been disdain, or nothing at all, like I wasn't there. Invisibility had suited me.

One clear voice overrode them, "Oh, be quiet. He's ok. Leave him alone and don't embarrass him." The source shocked me; Carol! Coming from her, it seemed an odd concern.

Ms. T reinforced Carol, "That's enough girls. We all need to act like the young ladies we're supposed to be."

The responsible adult in Ms. T re-asserted itself, "Are you in pain?"

"No. So long as my shirt isn't rubbing it, I'm ok."

"Let me get someone to take care of you. Carol, you seem to be the only one not ooing and ahing. Can you take care of him?"

With less than her usual total certainty, "Sure... if Tyler's ok with it."

Ms. T gave her a questioning look, "Why wouldn't he be? Is there something I should know?"

For a second, there was a flash of panic on Carol's face, as she recalled our secret which wasn't a secret. Everyone was looking at me, so no one else saw it. But I had. She caught herself, and sweet, in control Carol was back.

Was she just concerned that Ms. T might find out what she had done to me, or did she have regrets? Or maybe both. I'd certainly regretted her actions for three years.

"Carol's fine with me."

Carol commanded, "Follow me," and walked toward the main building where first aid was housed.

Once we were in the building and out of site, "You could have embarrassed me. Why didn't you?"

"It was a long time ago Carol. No point stirring it up now. If this was last week, I might have," as I looked squarely into her eyes. Either she was a great actress, or what I saw was genuine regret.

I continued, "I believe that where ever you are, whatever your situation is, it's the result of your own decisions. I didn't have to let you do what you did, and I didn't have to react the way I did. That doesn't mean you were right to have done it, but my reaction gave you power over me. Last week, I would have wanted revenge. This week, things have changed, and I'm happy with how things have worked out. Without you, I wouldn't have the past few days."

Carol looked at me thoughtfully for a few seconds and went to a cabinet and got a few supplies. She poured a small amount of something into a bowl, dipped a cotton swab into it, and began wiping along a scratch, "This may burn just a little."

It felt like fire and I grunted and flinched away from her.

"I'm sorry, it's not supposed to burn that much, but you need to stand still." She continued, and I did my best to stay still.

With my back to her, I couldn't see her face. Maybe she needed it that way to say what she said, "I'm sorry for what I did. I was a mean stupid freshmen, and I guess it made me feel big to embarrass you. I'm sorry."

"That's not enough. You know you messed up three years of my life," remembering how it had ruled my life for the last three years.

Her voice quivered, "I... I... Just let me finish your back." I guess she didn't know what to say to that.

Curiosity got the better of her, and conversation turned casual again, "Who did this to you?" "I've never seen anyone do anything like that. So, who was it?"

"None of your business."

She pushed the swab harder than necessary into a scratch. She giggled, "Better tell me."

"Look, if you do that again, I'm leaving. We're not going to discuss it."

Maybe she didn't really want to hurt me, or maybe she decided it would not work. So, her next attempt was different. This time trying to tempt me into spilling. She borrowed a page from my book and slid a hand down the back of my pants and squeezed my ass, which was also scratched. She didn't know that.

I tried to squirm away, but it was difficult with a hand in the back of my pants. "Shit, Carol. Take it easy. That hurts."

Surprised, "I... didn't mean to. She got you there too?" Suddenly sounding like a real nurse, "Let me see," and slid my pants down while trying to avoid inflicting any more pain. When she got a good view, "Ooookay... I'll need to take care of that too!"

She seemed a little too eager but she was right. If my back needed it, so did my backside.

Carol instructed me to bend over the small bed in the first aid area. This wasn't the position I wanted to be in with Carol standing behind me. The next thing I knew, my shorts were around my ankles. I was exposed, and Carol was bent over behind me like she was inspecting a dented fender.

As she applied the wet swab to my ass, she talked again. Maybe it was bedside manners, "You have a nice ass. Did anyone ever tell you that? Nice chest and back also."

Last week, I would have turned bright red and fled. This week, I turned red and accepted the compliment, "Thanks."

She had another effect on me. I was hard as a rock. Sis's training still had a way to go before I was used to this. Seems having a girl admire your ass can be a turn on, even if you don't like them, and don't want to be turned on.

In a few seconds, I was making a tent, or would have if Carol hadn't pulled everything down. Now, it was just a tent pole.

From Carol's vantage point, I guess she could see more than my ass. Looking back, I could see she had adjusted her position to get a look at more than my ass. She took a deep breath, "Almost done."

Then, "You can... cover that up." She'd had the same effect on me my freshmen year in the lunch room, but this time, she was letting me off the hook.

I pulled my pants up and frowned at her.

Then, she went to a question that was worrying her, "So, did you tell everyone in the locker room you... kissed me yesterday?"

"No. I don't talk about that sort of thing." Technically, that was a lie. I had told Sis, and I knew I would continue to tell Sis everything there was to tell. But Sis was the one person I could trust with anything, so it was kind of like not telling anyone, safe anyway.

Carol was incredulous, "Really?"

"Check with anyone you want. I haven't said a word."

Carol snorted, "Hmmm. That would make you the first boy I ever met who didn't brag about his exploits even if he had to make them up."

"I'm serious. If I had, don't you think you would have already heard? Wouldn't your boyfriend be pissed?" I could see this resonated with her. A juicy tidbit like this would go around the locker room, and beyond in minutes, and she knew it.

When she finished putting everything up, "We need to get back over, or Ms. Talmage will check on us."

When we got back, sounding suspicious, Ms. Talmage asked, "What took you so long, Carol?"

I was still half stiff, with a bulge in my shorts. Carol asked me to show Ms. T my back and positioned herself between me and the girls, hiding my problem from both the girls and Ms. T.

"There were more scratches than we thought, and he's a big baby about the disinfectant. I'll check him again after practice." The girls snickered, but Ms. T seemed satisfied.

Carol and I were facing each other now. I looked down at my problem and then back to Carol, "Thank you." She winked.

By now I had disrupted 15 minutes of her practice, "You better get back over to your practice, and I'll try salvage what's left of mine."

Carol walked a few steps with me and made a comment that caught me by surprise, "You know she was MARKING you as hers."

"Marking me?" I didn't believe it but something about it struck me even as I denied it to Carol, "No, you don't know this girl. She wouldn't. She's not worried about that."

"I would if you were mine," and then, "Be sure to let me see you after practice so I can see how you're doing."

*****

Today's practice was pretty much like yesterday, a lot of running, and a lot of time to think. Sis was still the main topic, but there was a lot more to think about today. Sex was incredible. It was a kind of sharing you can't experience any other way. I wondered if it would be like this with other girls. If so I knew what I'd be doing the rest of the school year, and the rest of my life.

I was also curious about what Sis had in store for me today and I was pretty sure I knew what she was planning. She had said she would enjoy it and had said it was for her.

If I was right, I wasn't sure what I would think of it. It wasn't the type of thing that I had ever thought about doing. I was still wondering how I could ever talk to a girl other than Sis, and she didn't count. I guess being around someone for 18 years will make you comfortable, and so far, I'd loved everything Sis had planned for us.

Oral sex was the only thing that seemed to fit Sis's comments and was one of the few things we hadn't done so far. I guess there were a lot of things we hadn't done, but most of those were weird, kinky, or involved pain, although there had been some pain. It was hard to understand how anyone could do some of them. I couldn't see Sis doing any of those with me, or anyone else. So, oral it was, and I was sure this would be the kind where I did her. I'd seen it being done, at least on the internet, but it was one of those things that had never appealed to me. I guess I had never considered doing it. I couldn't imagine putting my mouth on some girl's pussy. It seemed awfully personal. I was glad that my first time would be with Sis. It might be my only time.

*****

Today, I didn't need anyone to bring me back to reality. I was eager for practice to be over and to get home to Sis. It was a mixture of apprehension and excitement.

And there was Carol. Today, her demeanor was different, and I didn't have to worry about a repeat of yesterday as the locker room was occupied.

Instead, she pulled me to the side before I could enter the locker room, "How does your back feel? Let me take a look."

She lifted my shirt to inspect me, "Hmmm, it looks ok. It wasn't as bad as it looked this morning. I think you'll be able to practice tomorrow. You don't want to miss too many. You'll get behind." That almost sounded 'nice'. From most people, I would have accepted it as sincere. Since it was Carol, I was suspicious.

"I need to talk to you. I don't have time today. My boyfriend's taking me home, but tomorrow would be good. I'll need a ride tomorrow. Would that be ok?"

I was surprised that she had actually asked. She was the type to make demands, not requests. She didn't wait for an answer.

On the way home, I thought about it. Why did she need to talk to me? We were ok. She had apologized, not that an apology could erase the three years she had consigned me to. Despite my philosophical belief that you made your own choices, blah, blah, blah, I still harbored some anger. I hadn't chosen what had happened. It was still about what she had done to me.

The rest of the drive was devoted to thinking about Sis. This was much less stressful than worrying about what Carol was planning. I might not know how today was going to go, but at least I knew Sis was there for me, no scheming, no game playing. She didn't want anything from me.

****

I rang the doorbell to make sure Sis knew the door would be opening. I wasn't sure how or if she would be dressed and didn't want to risk opening the door and exposing her to the mail man or worse, a neighbor. "Hi Sis. I'm home."

I did notice that all the blinds were closed and no lights were on downstairs. I hadn't thought about that yesterday.

"I'm upstairs. Come on up."

When I topped the stairs, Sis came out of her bedroom wearing a towel on her head, and fully dressed again. Today, it was a black pair of yoga pants and another short, loose fitting, top that exposed a lot of midriff. It was a good look for her.

In seconds, Sis was standing in front of me looking up at me. She shut her eyes and her face inched closer to mine. I had learned this meant she wanted a kiss. She often kissed with her eyes closed. I, on the other, usually kept mine open, not wanting to miss watching Sis's face. Her emotions were always right there for me to see. It was fun watching her.

After the kiss, which Sis cut short, "How'd it go? Are you alright?"

I grinned, "It went great. You planned that didn't you?"

"Maybe. Tell me all about it."

I gave her a quick recap telling her about how the guys had reacted to my scratches, having to go to first aid, and having to run again today.

"You'll never believe who administered first aid... Carol."

Anger flashed on her face, "Did she treat you ok?"

"She did. And get this. She apologized."

"As if an apology is enough to make up what she did to you," Sis huffed. More anger.

"I told her that. But Sis, I don't understand why I keep getting a hard-on over her. I don't even like her and we didn't do anything today. Of course it would have been better if you hadn't scratched my butt. She had to do first aid there too. That's when I got hard." I was disgusted at this last fact.

Sis snickered, "That's funny. But don't blame yourself. If anything, it's Darwin's fault. Several million years ago, when we lived in caves, you had to 'fight for you right to party'. So, anger and fighting became a trigger for arousal when a female was involved. After fighting other would be suitors, they had to 'take' the female also, to prove they were worthy. Your entire relationship with Carol has been a sexual fight. Yesterday, you proved you owned her. You couldn't help it. It's in your genes."

Disgusted with my genes, "I still don't like it. Every time it happens, I feel like she's winning."