Sue --- Part II: Kasy gets involved
Uh-oh. Kasy the big lesbian has a cunning plan...
I didn’t think much of the boy when Sue dragged him in to meet us. He mumbled hello and then sat there quietly next to her. He seemed reluctant to join in any of the conversations; and anyway, I was far more interested right then in chatting up Katrina.
Mmm, let me tell you about Katrina. Fuck, I had a crush on that girl. Skinny, freckled, strawberry blonde hair in a boy-cut. Not so tall, small handfuls of tit and a nice round little butt. Subtlety has never been my thing, but I do try not to drool in public. Annoyingly, I had no idea if she was gay or just really into sports. Rubgy, rowing, football... she made time for all of them while studying for her Masters in something or other. Ecology? Maybe that was it. Every time I saw her I imagined how she’d sound when I had her up against the wall with a couple of fingers buried inside her...
Hmm. That boy was looking at me. I looked him back in the eye and he glanced away. I turned my attention back to cute Kat. Right now she was talking with Jo on the other side about the carbon cycle. Or the Krebs cycle. Some kind of biological cycle thing. It’s not what I do, OK? I had a view of the back of her neck and the side of her head, her cute little ear framed by a couple of inches reddish-blonde fuzz. Fuuuuuuuck I wanted just to lay my hand there and tweak her earlobe. This girl had no fucking clue how hot she was. Or maybe she did and she just didn’t care. She walked around in her lycra at the boathouse with absolute confidence, neither proud nor ashamed of her tight little bod. I hadn’t seen her in her rugby or football kit but I bet she was cute as hell in a baggy shiny shirt with a number on the back, tearing around the pitch til her cheeks glowed rosy red...
He was looking at me again. Or was he checking out Kat too? No, it was definitely me. I stared him down, giving him a good dose of the eye. He went a fetching shade of pink and looked down into his lap.
Yes, I’m intimidating to some people, men included. I’m 5’10” so I’ve got a few inches on a lot of guys and most women. I train hard, but I’m not skinny. Thighs o’ steel is my thing. Reasonable upper body strength too. The main thing is, I’m not anywhere near pretty. The most you could say is that I’m kinda cute when I smile. My eyes (though blue) are set too deep, my forehead’s wider than it should be, my mouth is small and my teeth are a snaggly mess. My hair’s dirty blonde and s ometimes I have it clipped short (uber-butch), but I like it a bit longer, long enough for a ponytail. On my fat days I look a bit like a big hamster.
That said, I get laid reasonably often. If you know the right places to go, there’s usually a pretty girl looking for a strong arm to give her a good squeeze. Attitude counts for a lot, and I learned, first how to take, then how to give orders in cadet training. I like fitting in to a structured society like that: you know your place and what’s expected of you. Rowing was good that way too, not too much thinking, that was for the cox. Just pull, as hard as the others, at the same time. Easy.
Hmm. My nipple piercing was twitching. The boy was looking at me again. This time I returned his gaze cooly, and though he coloured pink again he carried on looking. He was OK to look at, for a guy. Brown hair, green eyes. Clean shaven, thankfully - I couldn’t stand bristle. Not girly looking... but his body langauge was a bit feminine, I thought. He was cross-legged, arms folded, a little bit hunched. I didn’t think he could look away from me now, I’d seen that look before. Rabbit in the headlights... fresh meat.
And I was hungry, after all.
I thought I’d better ask permission first, though. I knew Sue a little now, we’d been rowing together for a few months. She struck me as little bit wet at first, but her confidence had grown a lot. This was the first time she’d had a boyfriend that I’d known, though. She’d talked vaguely about being bi, but she’d never shown the slightest interest in any of the girls on the crew, and I’d never seen her at any of the places I went to. But at least that meant she was open-minded. I caught her in the kitchen when she went to fix some drinks.
“So are you happy with your boy then, Sue?” I asked her, quietly.
“Pretty much, thanks, Kasy. Isn’t he kind of cute?”
“Not bad actually, speaking as a raging lez. He seems a little bit quiet to me, though.”
“I think it’s just all the new people at once.”
“He was looking at me a bit too hard, you know.”
“Oh, sorry, hon, do you want me to have words with him?”
“No, nothing like that. All I mean is, I’ve seen that look before. Mostly on the girls I date.”
“Oh? I’m not sure...”
“I mean, girls who like them big and strong.”
“Oh, OK, I think I get you now.” Sue came closer and started whispering conspiratorially. “Yeah, that’s about right for him. He definitely likes it when I take charge physically. Actually, I dunno if he likes it yet, but he will soon enough. His cock likes it even if he doesn’t. Also...”
“Yeah?” What she’d said so far had got me a bit excited. I loved it when their body told them one thing and their mind told them another, and I loved making them come hard anyway.
“I dunno if I should tell you. But. He’s really kinky. I’ve got him wrapped around my little finger; all I’ve got to do is wear sports kit.”
“What? Fuck, are you kidding?”
“No, he’s a wee perv! Maybe it’s more common than I know about, but he really gets off on girls who play team sports, and he wants to dress up in their kit and be part of their team! I’ve been planning to get him down the boathouse soon and make him kit out in front of everyone.”
“Sue... that sounds awesome. I totally get the fetish thing, I love a girl who plays sports. Um. How to say this. Can I fuck him?”
“Whoa, there, Kasy. I thought you were all-the-way gay?”
“Mostly. But it’s more about attitude, really. I like being the guy, basically. I like to make them squirm and scream. Mostly that’s girls, but I’ve done one or two submissive boys before. Never anyone with a kit fetish though, that could be a lot of fun. So... can I?”
“Oh, shit. I know most people would be jealous, but... is it bad of me to feel like I want to share my new toy?” she smiled at me, a little bit evil.
I cracked a huge grin. This was going to happen. “Not in the least... here’s what I have in mind...”
I laid out my plan to Sue. Nothing very sophisticated. Of course, the boy would be helpless to resist. But I left out one part, which I went back to the party to take care of.
“Kat? Can I have a word with you in the kitchen?” She looked back at me, cute and confident, and I knew almost for sure that I had no power over this girl. She came to have a chat with me, but her body language was negative. She leant back against the counter, arms folded, waiting. I decided to be blunt. Well, it’s my default state, really.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you out.”
“Well, that’s a relief. I don’t like disappointing people.” She was serious, not sarcastic, and that made me hurt for her a little more, but I pressed on.
“I mean, I would if I thought you were at all interested. But what I want is your help with a little something.”
“Sure, what is it?”
“This is a little weird, but bear with me. Sue’s new boy’s a bit quiet, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. Kinda cute, though.”
“You think so too? Maybe we all do. Yeah, yeah, I’m not and never have been a hundred percent lesbo.”
“Well, good for you. So what?”
“So it turns out he’s got a huge thing for sports kit, especially girls in team kit.”
Kat gave me a long look before responding. I could see she didn’t quite get where this was going. “This must be his lucky day then. Might explain why he’s so quiet and keeps his legs crossed and goes red whenever anyone talks to him.”
“Kat, you play rugby and football, and you row as well.” Here was my pitch. I tried to keep it as sane sounding as possible. “Don’t you love being part of the team?”
“Yeah. It’s the best part.”
“So do you kind of get it? He wants to be part of the team. He wants to wear the kit. But he’s shy, and he thinks he’s useless. We don’t have that kind of confidence problem, you and me.”
“Lipstick,” Kat replied. I didn’t follow; my flow was broken.
“What do you mean?”
“He’s like the girls who don’t play sports ‘cos they don’t want to get sweaty or have their makeup run.” I was pleased, she was getting closer to the idea.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s all about self-confidence. We don’t need that crap, but some people do. Some need a bit of TLC.”
“So what do you want me to do? Cuddle up to him?”
“Nah, nah. Nothing like that. Just... lend us your kitbag tonight.”
There was a long pause. She stared me down, but I kept eye contact cooly. I didn’t think I’d overplayed my hand. We’d been talking about other people’s kinks, for sure, but she couldn’t know that I would be getting off just as much as he would on her gear.
“Ewww.” Uh-oh.
“Hey, I’ve seen your bag, you don’t exactly keep everything in there pristine!”
“You want to dress the boy up in my kit, and what, make him spunk?” She was whispering fiercely. I had to open up a bit, I thought. I lowered my voice and told her:
“He’s about your size, Kat. Skinny little boy size, eh? And yes, I want to make him squirm, scream and beg. I want to blow his little mind. I want to dress him up in girly kit and tease him and milk him and spank him, until he begs me not to take it off him.” My eyes were glistening by the end of this little speech.
“Kasy, you are strange.” But she smiled when she said it, and my heart didn’t break too hard. I could see she appreciated my passion. I wasn’t sure if she’d figured out that he would be my surrogate for her, for me to unleash all my sexuality upon. “You better wash it before you give it back.”
I cracked open my hugest grin. The one that scares little kids.
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