She was on the soccer team, had an amazingly toned body and looked great in a bikini, but even better out of it...

I don’t write about hookups much because most of my hookups are pretty standard issue: drunk and sloppy, hurried goodbyes in the morning and a ritualistic exchange of numbers. Aside from the time that I hid under a girl’s bed, this is my only really funny hookup experience. It’s a little long and a bit graphic, but I think you will like it.

This last Friday I was at a bar, drinking with some pals and getting nicely toasted. A girl I recognized came over my table to say hi to my buddies but she didn’t seem to recognize me at first. I hadn’t known this girl very well, but I had played volleyball with her several times over the summer and we had spoken a couple times at the pool and sand court. I knew: a) her name; b) that she was on the soccer team and c) that she had an amazingly tone and athletic body, which looked incredible in a bikini. We had been a bit flirtatious over the summer but nothing ever came of it.

Anyways, she sat down beside me once she recognized me and immediately we hit it off. We started out talking school or something but the conversation eventually progressed to the topic of how we had both had a “thing” for each other over the summer. Somehow I managed to work into the conversation that I didn’t drive to the bar and she told me she would give me a ride (even though my original ride was still there). After the bar we did a little hot-tubbing and eventually ended up at her place.

She told me to get in the shower because she wasn’t letting me sleep in her bed smelling like chlorine. I stripped off my shorts, asking her for something to wear. She threw a pair of girl’s soccer shorts at me, which woudl surely be ridiculously tight and short on me. I asked if she was getting in the shower with me and she laughed and said something to the effect of “you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

I shrugged and jumped in the shower solo. I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I heard the door open. Thinking she was just messing around in the restroom I said, “you change your mind?” I still had my eyes closed due to the shampoo when I heard the shower curtain slide back. I opened my eyes to see her standing in the shower with me, wearing nothing but a grin. My dick went from zero to fully erect so fast that the rush of blood from my brain to my penis caused me to see stars. I stared at her gorgeous naked body. Picture those girls you see in fitness magazines, not the real buff ones but the ones with abs and definition to every muscle in their bodies. That’s what I was looking at, but she was naked.

She pushed me up against the wall and started to kiss me open mouthed. I put my hands around her waist and ran my fingers up her back. I could feel the definition of every muscle. Maybe that doesn’t turn some guys on, but it had me so horny that I am getting half-wood just writing this. My dick was throbbing by this time and she was pressed up against me, holding me to the wall of the shower while hot water and steam washed over us. Just when I thought I might blow up right there in the shower she reached down and grabbed me by the shaft. She stood on her tip-toes, and anticipating what she was doing, I hunched down a little. She spread her legs slightly and pressed herself tight against me.

Ladies and gentlemen, we had insertion. I turned her around so that her back was up against the wall with the shower head right above her. I grabbed both her thighs and lifted her up, holding her in place in a classic “wall-banger” stance. She was moaning scratching my back while I drilled her up against the tile. She was extremely tight and totally shaved, a huge turn on for most guys and for me especially. She reached up with both hands and grabbed the shower head, pulling it down so that it was spraying the tops of our heads. My head was over her shoulder and my forehead was pressed against the tile while she was biting my neck and moaning/panting in my ear. I love a biter. It was truly a scene right out of Penthouse: rough, steamy, soaking wet and definitely some the best sex I have ever had. That’s when the totally unexpected happened.

She grabbed my hair roughly and jerked my head back so that she could bite my lip. That threw me off balance a bit and I felt my feet slip ever so slightly on the wet bathtub floor. I shifted my weight to my right leg and tried to regain footing with my left. When I put my weight (and most of hers) on my right leg it gave way a bit more and at that moment I knew I was going down. I tried to get my left leg behind me in time to stop the inevitable fall but it was too late. I began to fall backwards, slowly at first but picking up speed with every passing fraction of a second, her weight adding to the speed and force of the fall. It all happened in slow motion, which is what made it such a vivid experience. There I was, toppling over backward like a lumber-jacked tree with this naked soccer player physically attached to the front of my body by her arms, my arms and my other appendage. She let out a high-pitched yelp just about the time my feet completely slid out from under me. The back of my head smacked against the lip of the tub. KO. I was out for the count. A flash of white and then total darkness enveloped me.

I came to seeing stars, birds, and little pink elephants dancing before my eyes. Everything was out of focus but after a moment I could make out the shape of a naked woman, her face in mine, yelling at me hysterically while slapping my face. The water was still going and she was sitting astride of me in the tub. My head hurt like hell and I noticed that my dick was totally limp. My first thought was “oh GOD, I killed my DICK!” I mumbled something incoherent and tried to sit up. She jumped off me and ran naked and wet from the bathroom. For a second I was totally confused. I was sitting there in the tub, hot water pouring down on me and swaying back and forth like a punch-drunk boxer. I felt the back of my head and there was a little blood on my hands but not much. I turned off the water because it was making me nauseous. The naked soccer girl returned with a big zip-lock bag full of ice and water. She wrapped it in a towel and pressed it to the back of my head. I tried to get up but she held me down and told me to sit still.

Turns out I was only out for about 10 seconds but I had my eyes open the whole time, which freaked her out and made her think I might be dead. Fortunately it was a glancing blow, otherwise I might have split my head wide open and then she would have been left with a naked corpse, bleeding out of the skull in her bathtub.

I got up, still unsteady on my feet, dried off, put on her soccer shorts and let her lead me to the bed. She posioned the ice pack behind my head and told me to keep still. She had on just a towel, which she dropped to the floor as she slipped into some boxers and a wife-beater: no bra no panties. I watched all this and felt my dick spring right back to full attention. Good boy, no head injury was going to keep my soldier from performing his duties.

She flipped off the lights and crawled into bed with me, covering me up and snuggling up to my side. She seemed a bit shocked by the whole incident and I wondered if my fall had killed the moment even if it had left my dick alive and well. There was only one way to find out.

I reached over pulled her face close to mine, planting a big open-mouthed one on her. That got her attention. We were back in business. She reached down my (actually her) shorts to give my dick a status check. Check! She wriggled out of her boxers and pulled her shorts off me, tossing them to the floor. Then she straddled me and took off the wife-beater. She told me that I should stay on my back to keep the ice on my head so she would do all the work--fine by me; I love a good ride. And a good ride it was.

Neither one of us had gotten off in the shower before the fall, and I think she was still half-way to the big one even by this time. She went faster and faster the closer she got to climax, with me pulling up and down on her hips with my hands in rhythm to her thrusts. When she came she pushed herself all the way down and I pulled her into me as hard as I could while she shivered, shook and collapsed onto my chest.

I still hadn’t gotten mine and she started to go at it again, slower this time but building speed and momentum. It seemed like it was taking me a long time to get off which probably had something to do with the fact that I just sustained a minor concussion. This pissed me off because I didn’t want her to get tired and call it a night before I got off. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I sat up, flipped her around, pushed the ice-pack off the bed and threw both her legs over my shoulders with her on her back and me on my knees (guys, if you have never used this position, try it). This was my favorite position when I was only concerned with my own climactic well-being and it didn’t take long before I exploded like Mt. Vesuvius. It was probably one of the most intense and long-lasting orgasms I have had since I was 13 and discovered porn. I could tell that she was on the verge of her second O of the night, but I simply couldn’t hold on any longer, I was just too damn horny. I rolled over and we cleaned off with a damp towel. I thought that was the end of it and that we could go to sleep now as it was past 4 in the morning.

But I shouldn’t have underestimated the stamina of a soccer player. Within minutes, she was biting on my ear and neck while stroking the full hard-on that I somehow managed to retain. I worked my fingers slowly down her stomach, south of her navel and was slowly approaching her crotch when she grabbed my hand and thrust it between her legs as she bit on my ear hard enough to make me wince. I inhaled through clenched teeth started working her with my finger and thumb. I guess this was too much for her. She threw off the covers, straddled me again and was right back in rider’s position. I wanted to try something new so I flipped her around and did it from behind. By this time I had forgotten all about my head (the one on my shoulders, that is). We went through another 3 or 4 positions and she got off 2 more times before I had my seconds for the night, not as strong as the first, but still great. By this time it was about 6 in the morning and the sun was beginning to come through the blinds. I lay back, utterly and totally exhausted as if I had just run a marathon. I fell fast asleep.

The next morning she told me that she was impressed with my performance, especially considering my knock-out fall in the shower. I told her I had a “hard head” and she laughed and replied “in more ways than one.” By far, the coolest thing a girl has ever said to me regarding my sexual prowess.