Chapter 1: Introduction
I couldn't see sh*t under that bulky mass of protective gear, but the roar of the crowd when I made that jaw-dropping save was like a bolt of lightning straight to my heart. I pushed myself up from the grass and heard the sounds of people gasping and screaming as I careerzooned my way up the field. A few girls elbowed me in the back, trying to get ahead, but I knew exactly what I was doing.
"C'mon, Emily!" someone yelled, pounding a fist into the air.
I grinned, my large silicone mouthguard protruding from my teeth like a flamboyant piece of performance art. I knew it was a bit much, but there was just something about the feeling of protection and dominance it gave me. I wasn't the only one who felt that way, apparently.
As I turned to make my way back to my goal, I caught sight of two other girls: one with long blonde hair and blue eyes, the other with long blonde hair and green eyes. They were both staring at me, their eyes wide with fascination.
I could feel their gazes lingering on my mouthguard, then traveling down to the thick padding of my chest protector and the heavy duty gloves that made my hands look like they belonged to a giant. I couldn't help but flash them a grin, my teeth clacking against the silicone.
"Emily Thompson," I said, extending a gloved hand towards them. "And you two are?"
The one with blue eyes stepped forward, her hand enveloping mine. "Olivia Sinclair," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She seemed shy, but there was a spark in her eyes that told me she was anything but.
The other girl, with the green eyes, had yet to take her gaze off my mouthguard. She stepped forward next, her handshake firm and confident.
"Charlotte Reynolds," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "That's quite the mouthguard you've got there, Emily."
I chuckled, running my tongue over the smooth surface of the silicone. "Thanks. It's my favorite flavor. Strawberry. Adds a nice touch to the game, don't you think?"
Olivia blushed slightly, her eyes darting away, but Charlotte's smile widened.
"I've always been a fan of the mouthguard look. I mean, it's not just about protection, right? There's something... sexy about it."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Sexy, huh? I've never really thought about it that way."
Charlotte shrugged, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I have. I mean, there's something primitive about it, isn't there? Like we're all out here, dressed up in our armor, ready for battle. It's... hot."
I couldn't help but laugh, a throaty sound that echoed across the field.
"Well, Charlotte, I've never had anyone describe my mouthguard as 'hot' before, but I'm not complaining."
Olivia, who had been quietly observing our exchange, finally spoke up. "I... I've always found them kind of... appealing too," she admitted, her voice soft but steady. "The way they make your face look, all fierce and intense. And the way they protect you, but also make you look... powerful."
I felt a surge of excitement at her words. It seemed I wasn't the only one who felt this way about our gear.
The conversation flowed easily between us, our shared appreciation for the protective clothing and mouthguards bonding us quicker than any team-building exercise. We talked about the different types of mouthguards we'd used, the ones that tasted the best, and the ones that made the most satisfying 'pop' when we took them out.
Charlotte, it turned out, was a wealth of knowledge on the subject. She pulled down the zipper of her hoodie, revealing a neon pink latex suit underneath. "I've started wearing this under my uniform," she said, a sly smile on her face. "It's not just about protection anymore.
It's about the feel, the look, the sensation of being completely encased," Charlotte explained, running her hands over the smooth latex. "And the mouthguard, well, that's just the cherry on top."
Olivia's eyes widened, her gaze flicking between Charlotte's latex-clad body and her own plain uniform. "That's... that's really bold, Charlotte," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I can see how it might be... appealing."
I couldn't help but chuckle at Olivia's hesitation. "Bold is just another word for 'sexy', Liv. The suit creates a lot of smelly sweat, whilst the mouthguard fills me up and lets me drool uncontrollably. I think those two are the hottest feelings.
The feeling of sweat dripping down my body, the smell of it filling my nostrils, and the warm, slick sensation of drool filling my mouth. It's like a whole new level of sensory experience, you know?
Olivia nodded, her eyes glazing over as she imagined the scene. "I've never really thought about it that way, but yeah, it does sound...
Charlotte, always the adventurer, chimed in. "You know, I've been thinking about taking it a step further. What if we started wearing gas masks too?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Gas masks?
Really, Charlotte?" I asked, a smirk playing on my lips. "That's a bit extreme, even for me."
Charlotte just shrugged, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Think about it, though. The full-body latex suit, the heavy-duty mouthguard, and then the gas mask - it's like we'd be completely transformed. Unrecognizable. Anonymous."
Olivia's eyes widened, but there was a spark of interest in them. "That... that does sound kind of hot," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
I couldn't deny that Charlotte's suggestion had piqued my curiosity.
The image of the three of us, dressed in our latex suits, our faces obscured by gas masks, was surprisingly tantalizing. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
"Let's see it, then," I challenged, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Show us what you've got, Charlotte."
Charlotte's grin widened, and she reached into her bag, pulling out a gas mask. It was black, with a wide, curved piece of glass to protect the eyes, and a filter canister on the side. Lets meet up someday said Charlotte, and we will try some things out . I'm not sure about the gas mask, but I'm definitely interested in seeing you in that latex suit, Charlotte," I said, my voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and desire.
Olivia, who had been quietly watching our exchange, finally spoke up. I think I'd like to try it too," she said, her voice steady despite the blush that crept up her cheeks. "I mean, if you two are doing it, I don't want to be left out."
I grinned, clapping my hands together. "That's the spirit, Liv! So, how about we do this?
I suggested, my eyes gleaming with excitement. My place, tomorrow night? We can bring our gear, and whatever else we're curious about.
Olivia and Charlotte exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, in unison, they nodded.
Sounds like a plan, Emily, Charlotte said, her voice steady despite the blush that stained her cheeks.
I could see the anticipation in Olivia's eyes, the nervous excitement that made her fingers twitch. But she didn't back out. Instead, she squared her shoulders and met my gaze head-on.
Count me in, she said, her voice barely above a whisper.