The dynamics of a derby girl [M/F] | 2016

When I was younger, and just bridging the gap between naivete and experience, I became enamored with Derby girls. For the uninitiated, roller derby is an old skate sport resurrected by a group of awesome women who brought it back from the ashes.

I'll let you do your own research on that - but let's say I had an affinity for girls with thick thighs and booty shorts.

Not long after moving to a new city and ending a long relationship, I began clumsily dating. I had been to several derby bouts and became fans of several of the girls in particular. Myspace was still humming along and several of them had pages. I added my favorites but never really considered attempting to reach out... I figured it was most likely creepy. It probably would have been.

One Friday evening, sitting alone in my apartment, I posted a silly, semi-drunk message on my wall about being alone on a Friday night. Ten minutes later, after I refreshed my bourbon and coke, I saw I had a message in my inbox.

...it was from HER. "Her" being one of the derby girls I'd drooled over on the regular since she had slid within a few inches of me during a bout. She was responding to my message: "No one that cute should be alone on a Friday." To which I replied, "Well, you're alone, too, right?" "Nah - at a party. Bored as fuck."

I remind you I was buzzing at this point. I figured I'd play along - what was the harm? She willingly hit me up. She probably just wanted someone to shoot the shit with.

"Well, you could come be bored with me at my place."

There was a pause of a few minutes. "Maybe I could. You're not an axe murderer are you? Because I'll tell my friends where I'm going."

It went on like that for a few minutes - testing her resolve. I had all but dismissed it when she knocked on my door an hour later. Her cheeks were flushed and it was clear she'd also had something to drink - fair's fair, right? She was even hotter than I'd remembered - hair in a loose ponytail and a tanktop with the Texas Rollergirls logo on the front. A loose plaid skirt, fishnets and black boots finished the ensemble. She had come from a derby party and was still wearing her "off season" team gear.

I was flabbergasted that she showed up at all, but she basically strode into my apartment as though she was a fantasy made flesh.

I offered her a drink while we chatted as I poured, eyeing each other. When I placed the drink on the bar, I casually brushed her hand - my universal sign that I was interested. She smiled and took my wrist. She was surprisingly strong... but even then I was no submissive runt. I slid my hand around and locked her wrist with my hand and gave her a tug towards me. She smirked, stepped forward, and pressed her body against mine. The kisses that followed were surprisingly fluid... perhaps the drinks played a part, but the warmth generated by her body and our easy kissing made my hands wander, exploring her the way my eyes had done at bouts from afar. Her soft murmurs of encouragement kept my hands engaged, sliding down her sides to her hips, then dipping slightly (I was a good foot and a half taller than her at least) to reach beneath her skirt and cup her ass. This elicited a purr from her that vibrated through my body. Stumbling backwards we made our way to my bedroom. She joking remarked about my unmade bed before falling back, her skirt creeping up above her thighs. Shadowed beneath the fishnets were black lace panties. She seemed to acknowledge my admiration of the display because it was a full minute at least before she beckoned me with a finger.

I wasted not another second, climbing on the bed and locking our lips once more. I was falling into a fever pitch now. My mid-20's were an incredibly horny time for me and I was primed like a damned firecracker most of the time. I quickly helped her out of her tanktop and unsnapped her bra before she pulled it free and dropped it next to my bed. Her breasts were gorgeous - they looked as though someone had carved them from marble and made them flesh. Pale and inviting, the nipples stood out like two dark points. My mouth found them as my fingers found there way beneath her skirt, stroking her through her panties as she ground back against me.

Pushing me to my back, she straddled me with one quick motion. Lifting herself ever so slightly she asked sweetly for me to remove my jeans - I did, clumsily pushing them down while she remained hovered above me. "Briefs too" She whispered, her eyes wild. They followed. My cock stood up like a beacon, hard and throbbing with each pulse. She took me in her hand and gave me two soft pumps before reaching between her legs and grabbing the fishnets. Before I realized what she was doing I heard the soft pops as the fishnets ripped open. She continued this until there was a sizable whole in the crotch, exposing her panties fully. I was mesmerized. She took my cock once more and pulled the panties to the side exposing her mostly bare pussy lips. Even in the low light from my lamp I could see how wet she was. When she stroked the head against her outer lips, her wetness glistened on my cock's head.

"Condom?" She asked, fixing me with her gaze as she continued to tease me.

I shook my head - I sometimes had condoms, but normally only bought them when I thought I might be laid... I was unprepared.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "Breaking my own rules..." as she suddenly sank the length of my bare cock deep inside her. It was as though I was being dipped in molten gold... so wet that the length of me sank in her effortlessly. She rode me slowly, eyes closed, one hand slipping beneath her to stroke her clit while another grasped a breast. For my part I held her hips tight, my eyes rolling in my head from the intensity of pleasure she was giving me.

With a herculean effort she slid off of me and lay gasping before moving to all fours. "Fuck me like this." she demanded... and I happily obliged.

Entering her from this angle was bliss. As the speed increased I could feel myself hitting deep within her, her moans and cries to be fucked mingling with my delirious moans. I gave her ass several hard slaps which only seemed to egg her on as she pushed back to meet my thrusts, her hand busily stroking her clit.

I knew I would cum soon - could feel myself breaching the wall and nearly falling over the edge. She beat me to the punch... and damned near made me fill her up by triggering my own orgasm. She shuddered violently as one last orgasm hit and she fell forward into my pillow. I followed soon after, gasping as I pulled out of her and came hard... spilling my cum all over her ass and back with what can only be described as a waterfall of cum.

I fell next to her, gasping. No words were spoken. Gradually, we fell asleep. I dreamed of her. The next morning she was gone... but she left me a present - the balled up remains of her fishnets and a note scribbled on an envelope, "Fun times (redacted) - maybe we can do that again sometime - (redacted)."

Seeing her at the bout the following Sunday was like seeing a sexy ghost. She even winked at me when she saw me in the crowd. I couldn't wait to get off the track with her again.