This is the first story I have to my name which contains graphic sexuality, and the reason for this is I couldn't find another equally good way to tell this story without using it. So I hope you enjoy this story which has broadened my horizons as a writer.

  

Bowling Night

by Ray Kitten

  

Scott Robins gradually stepped up to face the line. Each breath fought like a wild animal as he dragged it from his chest and sweat ran down the curve of his shoulders from the back of his neck. He gripped tightly on the heavy sphere clenched in his hand deeply aware of its weight and balance, he had to be if there was any hope for him. Their cause was already lost, the most he could salvage was to come out ahead personally. He breathed deep calming breaths and shook his head to clear tension. His ponytail slapped at his ear as he moved the vigorous shaking to his shoulders and then down his back.

"Hurry up Scott," Neil Osborne called. "Some of us want to go home tonight."

Scott was the last one to bowl, he stepped back a moment to take one last look at the score sheet, not that he needed to. The other team was far ahead and Scott was scoring the lowest on their team. He was trailing Neil by 41 points with only the last frame, worth a potential 45 points for three strikes. He needed three strikes if he was to pull ahead. Tim, who was keeping score, looked up at Scott and smiled at him, the kind of calculated smile that you give a friend about to suffer. Not the sympathetic smile of encouragement, but that playfully cruel smile that people use for small indignities they enjoy seeing their friends go through.

"Quit stalling," Tim said. "And remember our agreement, the terms were that you would get the lowest score on the team so you better bowl good this frame."

Scott sighed, discouraged at first, but then as he approached the line he steeled himself. He was determined, he would not lose this bet. He would not let himself lose. Not if there was anything left in him. He fixed the pins down the lane with a determined glare. They were the enemy, they were what threatened to subject to this, and all he had to do to thwart them was take them down five at a time. He made his approach and let the ball slide off his fingertips. The alley echoed with the crescendo of urethane on laminated wood, climaxing in a thunderous explosion.

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Tim sat on the edge of the bed as the door to the bathroom swung open and Scarlet entered. The hair that Scott had worn in a ponytail was now separated into two braided pigtails. Scarlet's face was softly highlighted by a subtle but generous application of make-up, giving the sissy an oddly grown-up appearance which conflicted with the child-like plaid skirt and white blouse she wore. There was a sway, almost a skip in her step as she walked which made her skirt sweep her satin smooth legs several inches above her white knee socks. Tim could feel the blood surging to his loins as he watched Scarlet cross the room, her eyes downcast. At first he mistook this for shyness but then he realized that she was more likely watching the image of her lacy slip reflected in the obsidian finish of her mary-jane shoes.

Scarlet reached the bed and kneeled in front of Tim, her pink tipped

fingers setting to work first undoing his belt and then lowering his zipper. He shivered as his bare flesh was released from the confines of his pants and Scarlet lowered her head, taking his manhood between her slick lips. He fought the urge to close his eyes as pleasure pulsed through his body, instead he focused on the erotic imagery of the beautiful girl kneeling between his legs. The way she kneeled Tim could look past her head to where her skirt rode up, revealing her virginal white panties, layered across the seat with three rows of fine lace. He let his hands drift down to the back of her head being careful not to command the pace she was setting, she clearly knew what she was doing. His fingers flicked at her pigtails which swayed gently as Scarlet leisurely bobbed her head. She arched her back a little and straightened up ever so slightly bringing her pantied bottom within his reach, Tim could do little but comply with her unspoken request. He stroked the her shapely body through the soft material, running his hands over the delicate lace, but not really feeling it through the intensity of his building towards orgasm. He gripped her bottom firmly and started to caress it firmly rubbing satin between two layers of flesh.

Scarlet made noises in her throat normally reserved for erotic movies, and as she sank her head down until her nose was buried in the front of Tim's boxer shorts, Tim responded in kind. She ground her ass into his mauling fingers as her own arousal compounded towards a fierce explosion of pleasure. Sensing that both parties were ready to proceed Tim tore his hands from her lacy undergarments and lay his fingers on her cheek, drawing her attention. She looked up at him through her long dark eyelashes and lifted her head off his manhood. He brought his other hand to the opposite cheek and drew her upright until she was standing in front of him. He slid his hands under her skirt, lifting her slip, which was as lacy and delicate as her panties. His seeking fingers found the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down to her ankles. As he reached for them Scarlet's skirt settled over a new protrusion that broke the illusion of womanhood which had been so carefully established, it also testified that she had other concerns. Scarlet stepped out of her panties which Tim raised towards her face. She took them from Tim and turned them inside out. The front of her panties were sticky and soaked through with her juices, which she sucked clean, before letting the underwear fall from her hand.

Tim still sat on the edge of the bed, as enthused as ever. Scarlet turned her back to him and bundled her skirt and slip around her waist. Carefully making sure of position she settled into his lap, moaning in pleasure laced with pain as she felt him slide into her pre-slicked opening. Inch by inch she sunk lower until she could found the limit of her body and started to slowly rise again. She went teasingly slow as she found her pace, gradually increasing the tempo as Tim clawed at the mattress in barely contained lust, fighting the urge to push activities faster than Scarlet was prepared for. After a while as things began to work up to a more satisfying pace he released the bedsheets and wrapped his arms around Scarlet from behind. His fingers traced down her shoulders along her bra straps, until he reached her chest. She wasn't wearing any sort of padding, only her own very small natural breasts, which aided the illusion of childishness for a girl. He grasped a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching firmly as the sissy built momentum riding his lap. Scarlet whimpered passionately as Tim fingered her nipples and played with the tiny mounds of flesh under the satin cups of her bra. Their pace built faster and faster and as Scarlet rode Tim faster and faster his fingers played faster, and more passionately, first at her breasts but then drifting down to underneath her skirt. Shortly after that Tim wrapped his arms around tightly around Scarlet and held her close as he drained his essence into her. Then, after he brought Scarlet to orgasm they lay back on the bed and lay content in each others arms. Neither stirred for a time until Scarlet looked into Tim's eyes, which to no-ones surprise were focused on her. "Do we have to make this bet every week?"

Tim smiled, "But it makes a great motivation for you. Look at your game tonight."

"But I don't think I could bear it if I lost, a whole week in icky men's clothes."

"And what exactly is wrong with men's clothes," Tim teased as his eyes twinkled mischievously.

Scarlet pouted, "Nothing on you, but I just couldn't stand it, couldn't I at least wear my pretty undies underneath, no-one would know."

"If there is no risk why would you try your hardest?"

Scarlet tucked her head in disappointment and snuggled against her larger boyfriend's chest. "I suppose."

"But the same can be said if there is no reward."

She looked back up at him again, "What do you mean?"

"How would you like that hot little maid's outfit you were looking at on the Internet last week? All you have to do is outscore me."

Scarlet grabbed the sides of Tim's head and kissed him excitedly at this promise. One thing led to another and after another quick bout of sexual athletics they again lay holding each other close and Tim thought about the outfit he had found in the Internet cache. It really was rather hot, and would no doubt look dynamite on Scarlet. Perhaps he would have to see what he could do about letting Scott beat him.

THE END

  

  

  

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