Pregame Pep Talk

When I was in high school I was on my school quiz bowl team. This meant we appeared on like a TV quiz show, kind of like Jeopardy except the questions were about really hard academic subjects and we didn’t have to answer in the form of a question. This was a big deal at my high school, just as big as lacrosse or soccer. We went to different cities to record our matches and we rode in like a tour bus with padded seats and if we made the championship in D.C. they put us and a few devoted fans up in a hotel overnight. We didn’t have cheerleaders, but that’s only because our school didn’t have any (the administration thought being a cheerleader was demeaning to girls). I was 17 the spring of my senior year. There were three of us on the team, two girls and one guy. My boyfriend was 17 too, but he was a year ahead of me, a freshman at MIT (he skipped a grade back in elementary school). One Saturday in early spring we took the bus to Boston to record our regional semifinal match. My boyfriend drove up from Cambridge to meet us at the station. He greeted me with a quick kiss on the lips and we talked for a while, then he asked my coach if he could take me in one of the green rooms for a pep talk. She smiled and said “Sure.” We went in the green room and he locked the door. We sat on the couch and immediately started making out for real. He kissed me slow and deep while his hand cupped and stroked my boob through my blouse (he knew enough not to mess up my top when I had to go on TV in a few minutes). His other hand slid under my skirt and teased me through my panties. Once they were soaked, his hand slipped underneath and he started kissing lightly up and down my neck, his tongue flicking in the hollow of my throat. His fingers parted my lips and two fingers slid inside me as his thumb slowly circled around my clit. He played with my pussy, slowly at first, then faster and faster till I gasped as my whole body spasmed and I came all over his fingers. He held me till my orgasm calmed down, then helped me fix my clothes and walked me back out. He gave me one last chaste kiss, then went to wait with the rest of the fans in the audience. While we were waiting to go on stage, the other girl on the team (a friend of mine but not super close) whispered “Your face is flushed. How was the pep talk?” I hesitated, then whispered back “Better than doing it myself in the bathroom.” She laughed and high fived me. We won the match on the last question (“Who was the leader of the Redshirts during the Italian Risorgimento?” “Guiseppe Garibaldi.”) and when I answered correctly my boyfriend blew me a victory kiss from the stands.