The Champion and Her Prize by Rustyoznail

The Champion and Her Prize by Rustyoznail..,

Well, here’s my Nude Day Story Contest 2022 entry. First time, exhibitionism, and outdoor sex. I hope you like it.

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I yawned and glanced at the rearview mirror. My passenger was curled up under a blanket in the back seat, dead to the world. I smiled and squinted out the windscreen into the rising sun. Jane was a good kid, well, now a young lady. She’d wandered into the club about five years previously, a lost-looking skinny girl who seemed very unsure of herself. Initially, I only quickly glanced at her and went back to scoring the game.

The club captain bustled over to chat with the newcomer. Shortly after, they stood beside me and Lynn explained the layout of the court and the basic rules.

“Andy, this is Jane. She’s interested in playing but doesn’t know much about the game. Can you take her to court three when you’re finished and run her through the basics? I believe you don’t have a game tonight.”

“Yeah, Sean’s had to work. No worries Lynn. Hand out, five-three.” I quickly looked at Jane before the game below restarted. “Hi, Jane. Nice to meet you. Hopefully, these guys will finish soon, and then we’ll go downstairs. NO LET! Mate, you were miles away. Point, six-three. Left box.”

Jane looked down at the club’s two best male players. “They don’t seem to be running a lot.”

I chuckled at that. “They’re very good at judging the ball’s flight and making sure they’re in the right position to play the next shot. Unlike me, who runs around like a mad thing. Point, seven-three, right. No, your other right, Steve.”

Jane smiled at my standard squash humour. She asked a few questions but mostly watched the game intently. After the game, I picked up my racquet and a club spare. “So why squash? We don’t get many newcomers whose family isn’t playing already.”

“Saw the flyer at school. Just thought I’d give it a try.” she softly replied.

“Glad that flyer worked. Ok, I’ll try and not scare you off.”

Jane wasn’t scared. I could tell she had great natural ability from the moment she gripped the racquet. I played her for about a year but she soon outpaced me. By the time she turned eighteen she was a multiple club champ and had represented us at various tournaments around the state. The girl was good.

Which led to why Jane was curled up in the back seat of my car. She’d been invited to play in the State championships, and I’d been asked to officiate. Yay me! I had the skills needed to mop down a court and maybe score a minor match. I looked back at the tangle of arms and legs protruding out from under the blanket and smiled. I’d started playing around the same age as when Jane turned up, but I hadn’t really improved much. I was, and always would be, a mug player.

Lynn said she didn’t like to gossip, but she was very happy to tell you stories about the townspeople whether you wanted to hear them or not. She thought Jane was such a nice girl, but it was a shame her mother left her father. Then mum moved back with her new boyfriend and his kids, and her dad had a new, much younger girlfriend in the same house. It was scandalous that Jane was exposed to such bad parenting, Lynn breathlessly announced.

I tried to ignore Lynn. Jane wasn’t my child, and she looked thin but fed, shy but not skittish, and reasonably dressed. It was obvious the family didn’t have a lot of money, but she seemed ok. I suspected one reason she initially played squash was that it was a relatively cheap sport that got her out of the house for a while, but her skill changed that to total enjoyment. It had been great to watch the transformation.

I heard her shuffling and a yawn as she sat up. “Good morning again. How are you?”

Jane pushed the blanket away and looked blearily out of the side window. “Fine thanks. How long was I asleep?”

“Nearly an hour.”

“Oh, sorry. I’m not very good company, am I?”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re competing. You need to be well rested. Me, I’ll be doing mundane things that I can do with a lot of coffee to keep me firing.”

Jane smiled and it transformed her face. She normally looked – I don’t know. Not sad or depressed. Maybe somewhere in the middle. Her smile though was magnificent. Her eyes sparkled, she radiated happiness, her lips looked…

Great. Anyway. I inhaled deeply and booted the early morning thoughts about my young passenger out the window. Not the thing to think about.

“Andy?”

“Mmmm?”

“Thanks for looking after me.” She shifted to the middle seat and leaned forward between the front seats. “I really enjoy coming to squash, but I probably would have given up early on if it wasn’t for you. Nobody really believes in me. You do, and I’m so grateful for that.”

“Ah, no worries. You’ve probably guessed by now we don’t get many new members, so we need to encourage anyone who comes through the door. I was lucky Lynn asked me to help you.” Jane leaned back and stared out the side window. I squinted out the windscreen, hoping for a bit of cloud or a turn in the road to get away from the blinding sun belting me from the horizon. “I hear you’re joining the Army at the end of the year. Any particular area?”

Jane’s face lit up again. “Yeah, I’ve been accepted. Not sure what I’ll be doing. Hopefully driving or logistics, but I have to go for a skills test soon. That’ll make things a bit clearer.”

I nodded, “Well, it’ll be a shame to see you go but it’s great you’re doing what you want. You don’t want to let a good opportunity slip by.”

She turned and looked out the window again. “True. Very true. Mum said I always wanted to join the Army.” She turned forward and stared at my reflection. She wouldn’t have made a good poker player. Her eyes darted around, her mouth slightly opened and closed and she pinched her nose. Something big was on her mind, and she was having trouble finding the words.

After about five minutes she asked. “Can I ask you a serious question? It’s something I’ve wanted to ask for a while, but it’s… Well, it’s embarrassing.”

“Sure. No need to be embarrassed. I’ll give you a straight answer if I can.”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

I slowly inhaled. That stumped me. I wasn’t expecting that, and I wasn’t sure how to answer. I decided to buy some time with a bit of humour. Empathy is not my strong suit, but I did realise this kid needed careful handling.

“Is that a question or a request? I’m umm, interested either way… And why are you asking now?”

“Can I sit in the front?”

“Of course. Do you want me to stop?”

“Nah. I can climb across. I’m skinny.” In a flurry of arms and legs, she was sitting beside me and I still had no idea what to say. Still, I did say I’d give her a straight answer, and I’m a terrible liar. I decided to go with the honest approach.

“Welcome aboard Jane. So, let’s assume you had a question. Well, I’m a guy. If you asked that to most blokes, they’d say ‘Hell yeah.’ I’m no different. At some level, yes, I would consider having sex with you.”

“Oh,” Jane replied. She looked down and started to examine her fingernails. Obviously, that wasn’t the response she was after.

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