The Tryout

[LeggingsOfYouth]

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"I really want to get on this team," she said to me, the expression on her face completely unchanged.

"Sorry," I said. "Team's already full. Besides, no one gets on the team without a tryout."

"Let me try out, then."

"Bad timing. We did the tryouts first week of the semester and, like I said, the team has been filled."

"Can't you schedule a special tryout just for me though?" Damn this girl had quite the sense of entitlement. I wondered, did mommy and daddy just give her everything she wanted when she was growing up? I was starting to look forward to giving her a reality check and telling that she'd just have to try again next year. As I started to shake my head, she said in a whiney voice--

"Come on, don't you even want to see me in my bunhuggers?"

Where the hell did that come from? There was no look on her face to read any further information. This kinda seemed like a setup. It didn't seem right. On the other hand, I did really want to see the bunhuggers. Her body was pretty much a mystery to me. Standing there now, she had a sweatshirt and a pair of baggy cargo pants on. The fact that she so pointedly suggested that I should want to see her wearing volleyball gear, I figured there was probably a reason. I figured that reason must be that she'd probably gotten a lot of attention before when wearing her volleyball outfit. She probably had a tight little body and she knew it.

Still, it was risky.

"Look, you can have the tryout, but I'm really not making any promises. The roster is pretty much set."

"Thanks coach. I'll come through, I just know it."

We agreed that the tryout would have to be this afternoon since the regular season games start very soon.

So here it is -- 3:30 in the gymnasium, and I'm standing here waiting for her. When is she going to show up. Is she even going to show up?

She walks through the door. She's wearing basically the same this as earlier today, just casual clothes. I guess this isn't going to happen.

When she walks over to me she stops. She reaches down, undoes the top button on her cargo pants. I watch her fingers move to the gold zipper and she pulls it down. This lets the baggy pants slide slowly down off her waist, over her hips, down her thighs, and finally into bunched pile around her ankles. What's left underneath are a pair of fairly generic black volleyball shorties. Watching her slide out of her pants, left with her bottom clad in only the form-fitting stretch shorts, it feels almost like she went down straight to her panties, even though I know this isn't underwear.

She's standing in profile to me, and I can see her form exactly. The spandex material is so tight that there was hardly any transition from the pure, creamy skin of her thighs to the bottom of each leg hole. Following it up, it curvs out over her perky little butt, the round shape of it seen from this side angle seemingly suspending it up. On the other side, it goes straight down smoothly, her thigh completely obscuring her true cusp.

It is pretty tempting. These have to be older shorts because they're at least two sizes too small for her. Wanting to avoid any awkward silence, I say,

"When was the last time you've played?"

"It's kinda been a while", she says and she turns to face me. I was already inspecting the snug shorts and pivoting to face me all at once brings her spandexed crotch into view.

All at once, my penis surges forcefully deep inside my pants. Tucked up into her cusp is a meaty lump that makes boys throb. The stretchy material clings to her genitals like cellophane. I don't dare move at all for fear of dislodging my stiff shaft from where it currently is. I hope to God that she can't see my arousal.

"OK, Lets do it" she says excitedly in a stupid girly-sports cheer. She spins around and runs toward her mark in front of the net. Her cute little tushie bounces to the left and right as she runs away from me. I'm gonna have to move here, so as she's not looking in my direction I quickly jam my hand down the front of my pants in order to straighten out my cock. In the face of her cushy spandexed buttcheeks, the mere brush of my hand makes my dick pulse again.

I start to put her through a fairly standard tryout. Every new skill test puts her in a slightly different position. Hitting the ball high and overhead, her eyes are utterly focused on the ball, her arms raised up high. Lifting her arms up, bending her back, visibly stretches her pelvis and groin. Other times she sets the ball, again overhead, directly in front of me. When she has to receive a serve, she crouches down, bent over at almost 90 degrees. I can't be behind her for that, of course, but looking at her straight on, when she's bent, her crotch is plied and pulled apart, leaving only the slightest bump pointing straight down that marks her pubis.

As far as the skills go, things aren't going well. She's certainly athletic, but clearly isn't A-team material. I wanted to cut this short -- I desperately needed to jerk off to her amazing image.

"I'm really sorry, Crissy. You tried hard but I can't justify giving you a spot on the team." I'm gonna blow such a huge load to this disappointed girl.

"Wait wait wait" she yelps. There's now some true desperation in her voice, "I really want to be on this team." I shrug at her.

"Look, I know you just gave me this tryout so that you could see me wearing bunhuggers." I don't DARE even glance at her snatch which is now pointing right at me.

"If you'll give me a spot on the team...I'll let you... ... touch something."

What the fuck?

"Crissy, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Hey, I totally saw you looking at my privates while I was out there playing. I know what you were looking at -- you"ve got an erection from me."

Seems like there was no use in trying to deny it at this point. I hazarded a glance down into the triangle between her legs. My restrained penis rages violently at the image of this girl's plump pubic mound. There was no question: she saw me look. The fact is, she's not smiling.

"If you promise me a spot on the team, I'll allow you to feel it. If you wanted to see it so bad, don't you want to feel it?" I'm so far from thinking clearly here, it's getting dangerous.

"Alright" I say meekly.

"So we have a deal? I'm on the team?"

My mind is fixated on her spadexed crotch. It's the only thing I can think of. She relaxes her legs ever so slightly. They had been squeezed together tightly, no doubt a subconscious defense. My heart is absolutely racing. She almost imperceptibly nods and I slowly reach my hand out and down.

"Absolutely no penetration!" she snaps quickly, "If I feel anything enter, I'm screaming rape".

This seems like a recipe for disaster, but I'm pretty much set on this course. I reach my hand down, she cringes slightly as the very tip of my index finger makes contact with her bulge. The spandex material is perfectly smooth, the plump, juicy flesh smushing below it. With two fingers, I trace out the contour of her protruding pussy.
I follow it to the sides, into the crack that is the joint between the top of her thigh and her crotch. I go up to where the bulge first starts to rise from her pelvis and down the other side. My fingers glide right over the front of it. It's so incredibly smooth. I'm feeling, searching for the slit, but I'm not finding it. Sliding down the centerline of her soft and bulbous pussy, surely I should be able to feel the two lips of her vag pressed together? But I can't. There's nothing but spandexed flesh. Having been all around it, I now take my whole hand and cup her puss. It's almost like it oozes out between my fingers, the meat squishing like a lump of gel.

"Have you ever had anything inside?" I ask her, my eyes briefly meeting hers.

"What? No," she says confused, as though the question were so obvious it hardly deserved an answer.

"Can I just put my finger a little of the way in?" I really fucking want to find that entrance, and the only way is with some poking. "I'll stay outside the spandex..."

"Don't you dare" she snaps, starting to push my hand away from her groin. This little hottie is such a virgin. Perhaps it's not all that surprising to me, considering the reverence she has for her body. But I would have thought that at some point she would have used her goods to get what she wanted, just like she's doing now. I would have thought that at some point a boy would have been given the opportunity to ply his manhood into her lusciously plump vagina. Apparently not.


So here I am. That's the story up until now. Here I stand, just barely cupping this volleyball player's bulging pussy. What do I do now? Several actions actions float in my mind, some safe, some risky. Some appropriate, some despicable.

I could just walk away -- end it here. The feel of her smooth spandex on my hands forever blazed into my memory. She would be given a spot on the team. Every time I see her from now on, suited up for game time, I'll know that I held that snatch in my hand.

I could press my finger hard onto the very tip of her mound, where I know her tight little slit must be. It would scare her, particularly if she's never had anything forced between her labia and into her canal before. There's a chance she might enjoy the sensation and allow me to continue. There's also the possibility she would not and things would take a bad turn quickly.

Of course my rock hard penis just demands to be set free. The worst thing would be to yield to blind impulse, unleash my throbbing cock and do horrible, horrible things. I would NEVER do such a thing, but it would be a lie to say that it wasn't a fleeting thought. What would it be like, I wondered, to jam my cock into the outer spandex and wrench my way into the vulva, pulling the stretchy material into the hole with it every millimeter of the way.

I shake such disturbing thoughts from my mind. The reality is, this girl wanted to get on this volleyball team so badly, that she was willing to let me ogle her fit body in the tight tight shorts. So dedicated was she to playing, that when faced with the possibility of not making the cut, she allowed her potential coach to actually fondle her coveted beaver. She was going to get her way. Her gamble paid off for her.

I release her cusp and draw my hand away. "You're on the squad" I said triumphantly.

"Thanks...for keeping your word" she says, rapidly resuming the protective position of thighs firmly back together.



"Practices start in two weeks".

The minute I leave this gym, I'm going to jerk off immediately, and blow a load worthy of Chrissy Maedik. I can already feel the gobs of cum building up inside me. When it blows, it will be huge, and in my mind it will be all over her. Will I, one day, actually be able to puncture that sacred pussy? I do not know.

[ObsidianDeath]

Thanks! Good stuff.

[Slaaap]

awesome! glad to see you back!!!

[theblob]

Great stuff thanks.

[mallory]

Leggings,
OMG, what a fantastic story!!! Fiction?????
Thanks so much
Mal

[LeggingsOfYouth]

Glad to see that some are interested. Tell me what you like, what you want, and I'll write more. It's nice to have a concept and/or pictures to start from.

You can PM me if you want.

[BOBOBOTT]

Great Story I Nearly Came While Reading It!

[Linus]

brilliant. more like this please

[MaxiLeeCH]

Excellent!!!!!!!

Time to toss one off now

[btime]

Great story, if anything ever happens again with this girl please post it!