Grappling with Her Doubts Part 3

The impossible loomed large in Kaycee's mind until Jenna's love inspired her to keep going

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Kaycee set the suitcase on the bed, tugged at her nylon shorts, and packed her clothing: underwear, socks, jeans, blouses, and T-shirts. Tonight would be her last time in bed with Jenna before flying off to tryouts with the Cyclones. She didn’t want news to filer around but it did and everyone on her semi-pro team had congratulated her and said don’t forget them when she reached the Big Time.

Nerves tried to disrupt her but she stayed focused on packing and making herself believe that she deserved playing at the highest level. That was the problem. What if her step onto the Big Time stage only lasted for a day or two?

Kaycee, braless beneath her tank top, tried giving herself a pep talk and that she deserved a spot on the Cyclone's roster. Until she felt something like a pin prick the idea from her consciousness and deflate her hopes. Doubts were serial murderers to one’s dreams, cutting them down before they could truly blossom.

“What am I doing?” she sighed.

Jenna suddenly walked into the room and answered. “You’re kicking ass, that’s what you’re doing.” Jenna slapped Kaycee’s bottom.

“Ow.” She yelped. “Hey.” She spun and grabbed Jenna by the wrists, reaching behind and trying to slap her friend’s bottom but Jenna in her hiking shorts sashayed to the side.

“Missed.” Jenna giggled, her breasts moving slightly beneath her T-shirt.

Kaycee wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her in, and in one smooth motion locked lips and slapped her friend’s ass. Hard. And squeezed, pinching, and kneading while kissing like she was grasping and grappling to go deeper and connect at a soulful, spiritual level.

“Oh, wow.” Jenna pressed her hips against Kaycee and moved her hands up and under the clothing. “Again, harder.”