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Tomboy: All American Heroine

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 2

Kelly paused outside the locker room door to look around. Twilight had descended upon Columbus, Ohio. The spring air remained warm, with just the slightest hint of a cool southern breeze. The stadium was pretty much empty now, but just a hundred feet away, the highway was loud as ever. Her eyes zeroed in on the underground pedestrian tunnel under the highway, which would take her straight to the hotel’s main entrance.

She didn’t get three steps before she heard thuds, grunts, and gasps. The busty coed paused, cocking her head. It was an odd sound, and for some reason disturbing. Then, realization struck her. Someone was fighting under the bleachers.

The teen player dropped into a crouch, clutching the game ball to her chest as she looked all around the growing darkness. Stealthily following the sounds of fighting, Kelly quickly found the source. What she saw immediately summoned her sense of outrage.

Three on one? Kelly thought. Not fair!

The victim, a skinny twenty-something, dropped to his knees, clutching his belly. The guy in front of him was rearing back for a kick to the face. Kelly cried out, and without thinking it through, she wound up and threw the game ball. Really, she pitched a blistering hot fastball at him.

“Ugh!” he cried, struck in the nose by her fastball.

At that speed, even a softball did serious damage. Blood spurted from a crushed nose as he fell flat on his back. The ball came bouncing back toward her, but Kelly didn’t go to scoop it up. No, she grabbed the biggest rock at hand and threw it at another of the three attackers. And continued to batter them mercilessly with rocks until they broke and ran.

The victim staggered to his feet and took off running as well, whereupon Kelly finally recovered her game ball and raced to the pedestrian tunnel. She slowed to a fast walk once inside, constantly looking back over her shoulder. The softball star emerged a trembling, excited mess, but pulled herself together well enough to continue.

Kelly kept her head down as she hurried through the hotel lobby, which was filled with people who’d come to watch the championship game. Thankfully, no one noticed her, so she made it to the elevators, and then her room, unhindered. She stopped at the door to calm herself down.

“Oh my God, did I really have fun doing that?” she whispered, eyes huge. “Wow. It was intense.”

She wasn’t trembling from fear. Nope, she recognized adrenaline jitters. And she was all tingly, inside and out. She’d risked her own life and limb to save that poor man, and found the whole experience exhilarating. And she did it as a Good Samaritan, not hanging around to take credit for such a good deed.

The door swung open before she could fish the key card out of her back pocket. Her on-the-road roommate, Charlee, almost crashed into her as she rushed out. They both jumped back with surprised cries in stereo.

“Don’t do that!” Charlee cried, and then giggled. “You scared the bejesus out of me.”

Kelly looked the team’s catcher over. The pretty brunette was dressed to the nines in a little black dress, dark pantyhose, and heels. Yeah, she was definitely ready to party like a state champion.

“You’re already heading to Hooligans?”

“Duh. I don’t want to miss out on a single second of the party,” Charlee said. “This is our last hurrah before we have to start adulating in the real world.”

“Um, college,” Kelly reminded her. “I hear it’s even more fun than high school.”

“I know! We can drink as college students,” Charlee said, wagging her brows. “Legally.”

Kelly didn’t drink. Everyone knew it, and more than a few had tried to change her mind over the years. But she remained laser-focused on what was truly important: college education, and a successful career afterwards. Kelly was determined to let nothing deter her from the goal of a good life. Still, she could attend parties with alcohol, as long as she didn’t imbibe.

“Maybe in your senior year, you crazy girl,” Kelly said with a giggle, and then hugged her friend and teammate. “Save a seat at the table for me. I’ll get over as soon as I can.”

Going inside, Kelly made sure to turn every lock on the door, including that one specifically meant to keep out people with keys. She didn’t want anyone, including Charlee, walking in on her while she was getting dressed. That crazy girl never knocked like decent folks.

Quickly stripping out of her jeans and tee, Kelly locked herself inside the bathroom with her makeup bag, and then stared at her reflection with a wicked little grin. Her reflection grinned back, looking so wild and mischievous. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized her long blonde hair was so tousled.

Charlee might be a crazy girl, but I’m crazy like a FOX.

And then, biting her lip, she pulled off her bra.

“Damn. These boobs,” she whispered. They’d came in like gangbusters the previous summer, and the coaches had wondered if she’d be able to pitch with them. Yeah, her body hadn’t done things by halves. Her chest was big, firm, and riding high – “super heroine tits” was what some of the nastier boys had jeered.

“I was a little super heroic tonight,” she muttered, feeling her body changing. Getting riled up, ready to play. Her face flushed red, yet she still let her hand slip under her white cotton thong underwear. “Oh, yes. So much nicer than a pat on the back, or a trophy.”

She giggled.

Kelly found her snatch slippery wet, tingly, and ready to go. Though she remained a virgin, that didn’t mean she couldn’t rub one out every once in a while. Okay, the oversexed teen rubbed them out most nights. Especially in the shower at home.

“Oh, I really shouldn’t,” she gasped out, body singing as her fingertips rubbed and rubbed. Squishing sounds rose up from between her legs. Kelly’s breath caught when she heard a bump, followed by male laughter out in the hallway. She yanked her hand away on instinct. “Damn, I just made myself all hot, sweaty, and…” Kelly slanted a look back at that special shower head. “Dirty.”

Without further ado, Kelly pinned her long, silky hair atop her head, slipped out of her thong, and stepped into the shower. She got the water lukewarm, thinking she really needed a cold shower. After running the slightly too cool water all the way down her overheated, oversexed teenage body, she lathered up. Then she pulled the shower head down to rinse off. Only, her hand twisted it over to pulsating perfection, and she aimed that hard, throbbing stream right at her pussy.

“Aaiiee! Ooooh, yes,” she gasped. “So good. I’m such a dirty… Oooooh.”

Really, Kelly was developing serious concerns that her libido was spiraling out of control. If not for her twice-a-day showers, with excellent water pressure at home, she’d probably be as big a slut as Jessica. Her insatiable need to masturbate day in and day out was shameful. She had absolute control over every other aspect of her life, which made her uncontrollable base carnal needs all the more embarrassing.

“Better now than chance some guy taking advantage of me tonight,” she said, eyes rolling up as that warm stream blasted her uber-sensitive clit. Kelly’s left hand rose up to first cup a heavy tit, and then squeeze and roll her aroused nipple. Together, the pulsating stream of water and her own fingers sent wickedly wonderful sensations spiraling deep into her body. She quickly stoked her inner fire until that beloved rush to climax consumed her body and soul.

“Aaagggh,” she cried, her insides erupting in pulses of pure pleasure. The teen beauty’s legs gave out, and she dropped to all fours in the shower. “Oh my. Oh my. That was the best ever! I came like a… Champion.”

A big, satisfied smile spread across the shapely blonde’s face.

Now I’m ready to party like a rock star.