I ruffled her hair. “Of course I will, if you keep your part of the deal. I’ll try and catch a game. Go gettem.”
She happily bounced off towards the competitors’ change rooms, my mind spinning with the afternoon’s possibilities.
The Volunteer Coordinator, Angela, who I vaguely knew, asked, “Is that your daughter?”
“Nah, she’s our female champ. Bloody good player. I’m hoping she’ll overcome any nerves and at least get a place.”
Ange nodded. “I’ve seen her play. She’s pretty good. So what’s the deal? You going to buy her an ice cream if she wins?”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Yeah, nah. Something a bit more substantial. Meat and two veg…”
I left behind a very confused looking Angela as I wandered off to my first assignment.
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The day zipped by. Squash isn’t very popular anymore and I knew most of the volunteers by sight. I managed to catch a preliminary game of Jane’s when I had a break. She ripped the other poor girl to shreds. In most tournaments Jane’s game was hesitant, like she still had doubts about her skill. It didn’t matter that she was the best in our club, having to play State or National champions always intimidated her. Not today. Her whole body exuded confidence and she stalked around the court like she owned it. I had no doubts I was going to be fucking her later. She wasn’t playing like she was possessed. It was a cold, calculated game that had the other volunteers who’d seen her play before in awe.
“Geez, she’s really lifted her game since last year. What’ve you done to her?” one guy asked.
I shrugged. “Nothing we’ve done. It’s all her. Just needed to find some confidence and the right incentive.” I glanced at my watch and realised my break was nearly over. ‘Crap. I’d better nip out to the supermarket.’
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“I WON! Iwoniwoniwon!!!” Jane hugged me and buried her face in my shirt. She started to cry as the emotions of the day rolled over her. Honestly, I don’t think what we had planned was on her mind at that moment. She’d defeated her demons and managed to outlast the now deposed National Champion.
“That was an unbelievable game, no, an unbelievable tournament. Absolutely fantastic Jane. I’m so proud of you.”
Jane lifted her head and gave me the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her. “Thanks to you. All thanks to you. I can’t believe it. I’m the State Champion! That’s just… amazing.”
I wiped a couple of happy tears away from her face and kissed her forehead. “We knew you could do it, but I tell you what. You had Symonne scared when you were up seven – four in the third. I could see her starting to panic and you just rolled right over her.”
Jane bounced around on her toes and chuckled. Her grin wasn’t going anywhere for a long time. “Yep. She hated those high loopy serves you taught me. I could hear her grinding her teeth when they dropped right into the corner. Anyway, can we please go? We’ve got a long drive and I want to show this to my parents. Waste of time, my arse…”
“Yep, no worries. Let’s trundle.”
We said our goodbyes and Jane accepted the congratulations from the close-knit squash community. Eventually, we extracted ourselves and drove off. Jane bounced on the seat holding the trophy like she was scared it was going to run away.
“Feeling good?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. I feeeel good. I knew that I would…”
I raised my eyebrow and glanced at her. I didn’t think anyone her age would know James Brown. We hadn’t listened to anything on the way up, but I found an upbeat playlist that fitted the day.
“You thirsty?” I asked.
Jane nodded, head bopping to ‘Uptown Funk’.
“Alcoholic or non?”
“Alcoholic, please. I really could do with a decent drink.”
“Yep, it’s time for a bit of a celebration. It’ll help you relax when the time comes for, you know. You don’t want to be too tense.” I reached behind me and pulled a raspberry vodka cruiser out of a cooler bag. I handed her the bottle and grabbed a cola for me.
“Congratulations Jane. That was a good day’s work.”
She clinked her bottle against mine. “Thanks, I really appreciate all you’ve done.” She took a sip and sighed. Jane alternately stared at the bottle and the trophy. Occasionally she glanced at me, then quickly looked away. It had been a full day, and I assumed she was trying to figure out what was going to happen next. “So Andy, what’s the plan?”
“Well, there’s two options. One, I book into a motel. Nice and quiet, comfortable and we can take our time. Two, there’s a couple of outdoor spots about an hour or so away I’ve found that look pretty secluded. Shouldn’t be anyone around at this time of the year, but there’s a risk of getting caught. We’d have to be pretty quick in case someone did roll up. Your choice. It is your virginity, after all.”
“Ah…” Jane had a bit more of her drink and contemplated the options. I wasn’t fussed either way. Both had their attractions, but Jane was obviously the main event.
“Well, I really don’t know about it now. Going to a motel seems a waste of money for maybe ten minutes. I guess outdoors.” she mused. “Yeah, outside. I like the sound of that, I suppose.”
“No worries then. I’ll head to the first spot I found.” I punched the address into the GPS. I furrowed my brow and thought about what Jane had just said. It seemed slightly odd. “About three quarts of an hour. Have a snooze if you want.”
“Nah, I’m still pretty hyped up. I might just play with myself if that’s ok? Try and get in the mood again.”
I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. “I’m not going to say no.”
Jane placed her drink in the cup holder and carefully placed her trophy on the back seat. “And off they come! Woo hoo, no pants until we get home!”
I glanced sideways at Jane’s roughly shaven play toy. Eight hours. It had only been eight hours since we’d started this adventure. It had been one hell of a day, and it wasn’t finished. Jane leaned the seat back and swung a leg over the centre console. She seemed excited, even though her declaration seemed a bit forced. A quick feel and she held her fingers, glistening with her essence, up to my face.
“I guess I’m still looking forward to sex. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so tingly.”
“Yeah, I reckon you’re excited.” I caught her wrist and pulled her hand to my mouth. Licking her fingers I growled, “Mmm, sweaty pussy juice. Tasty…”
Jane giggled and pulled her hand away. “I showered!” she protested.
“Maybe so, but the taste is still there. Your, umm, excitement is flowing pretty hard.”
She looked down between her legs. “No it’s not!”
“Made you look.”
Jane kicked my leg. “You can be a pain, you know? Maybe I’ll just finger myself and get it over with that way.”
“Well, if you want. I’ll just, you know, jerk off while you do. Like, it’ll be a waste of a hard cock but if you’re sure…”
Jane started rubbing herself again and slapped me on the shoulder. “Well, I guess that wouldn’t be fair.” she laughed. “I guess I have been teasing your thingy. He probably should see some real action.”
“He has been looking forward all day to it. He’s certainly been making his intentions known.”
Jane nodded thoughtfully and relaxed back in the seat. I dropped a hand and rested it on her inner thigh. Low enough to not impede her, high enough to occasionally touch her. Every time I did, a glorious shiver went through her lithe body. Even so, something seemed a bit off with her now, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I took a deep breath and kept going. Whatever she was chewing over would eventually come out.