Love Game 1

Candee hit the locker room after a match she might as well have phoned in. She told her trainer the truth: every time the other girl moved, Candee’s brain shorted out. All she wanted was to put her mouth on those flushed lips, press her face into the soft weight of her chest, and drop to her knees between those tight thighs. Now the girl who wrecked her focus is leaning against the shower tiles, steam rising between them, and the only towel on the hook is already sliding to the floor.