She was a thing of absolute beauty, and my cock quickly grew to it's full-length as my hand idly stroked back and forth. In this position, Karla's breasts were nearly flat except for the budding nipples, which reached upward proudly. Her stomach was hard and flat, her hips narrow with prominent hip bones. Her mons rose enticingly, and her smooth, girlish pussy took my breath away yet again. Just the thought of having licked her pussy drove me wild, and I quickly approached orgasm.
It happened fast, and I didn't even think about my actions. Suddenly I was coming, and I moved forward a half step to ensure my come landed on Karla's breasts. Then stroke after stroke I forced my come from my cock as I directed it up and down Karla's body, from her nipples to her pussy and back. When I was done, she had milky white pools across most of her body, but never awoke. I was breathless. It was a nasty thing to do, but incredibly arousing and beautiful at the same time. As I stared at her, I knew that if I had a camera I would use it, and I was glad one wasn't available.
When I returned from the shower, Karla had pulled the covers back over her body and it was with great reluctance that I woke her up. At first groggy, she smiled widely as she came fully awake, slipping out of bed to hug me with no shyness whatsoever about her nudity, and seemingly no knowledge of the come bath that had been wiped away by the sheets. I watched her pad off to the bathroom, wondering if I would ever see her naked again.
Breakfast was a repeat of the day before in that I felt all eyes were on me, but the urgency to get the team fed and to the fields quickly caused all other thoughts to slip away. We won our game with ease, and then watched the following game anxiously as it would decide our opponent. In the end the worry was for naught as we were declared co-champions, along with the team we tied the previous day, after the final was washed out by a major thunderstorm.
Once I returned home, the events of the weekend seemed to be a dream. My wife found my distraction annoying, but it took me over a week to shake it off. As we returned to normal patterns, with Karla reacting no differently to me at practice, except perhaps to smile more, and since no angry parents or police showed up at my house, I began to accept what happened, and even enjoy the memory privately. Karla and I did not get together again, but it was easy to see there was no way to do so without attracting attention, which I found to be both a relief and a frustration. In the spring we won state, and over the summer I helped Karla work her way onto a premier girl's team in a neighboring town, one where the quality of coaching and overall exposure was sure to enhance her future opportunities. It was a difficult decision, and I missed her presence dearly, but never missed a game she played…