Two hours later they sat on the sidelines, panting and happy. They'd won the match and a hell of a match it was.

"Bitch elbowed me in the tit," groaned Faye as she rubbed the burgeoning bruise.

"You'll be fine, pansy," said Elaine giving the spot a playful smack.

"Hsss-ah! That hurt, ass. Love you."

"Ha ha ha! Love you too. So where's the after party?" Asked Elaine, peeling a malodorous pad off her knee.

"McLaren's. Judy got us all a discount."

"Good, good," replied Elaine, texting.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Just sending the info to a few people," she replied blankly. "You know who you should be talking to, right?"

"Oh, shut up Elaine. I could damn near be his mother," griped Faye. This had to have been about the fifteenth time Elaine had brought this up.

"C'mon Faye. He's had the hots for you for ages now plus he's gorgeous!"

"Yes he's man-pretty, but seriously, it would never work out between the two of us," grumbled Faye, pulling off elbow guard.

"Who said anything about a long term relationship? Im saying have some fun, drink a few beers, and ride him like you're gonna break him. You've gone too long without gettin' any."

"Yeah yeah. I'll think about it," she remarked gloomily. "When are you gonna show?"

"Nine probably. Want to take a shower and whatnot."

"Gotcha. One last thing."

"What?"

"Does my pad smell?"

"Aaagh!"

"Ha ha ha!"

Chapter 2

Forty five minutes later, Elaine strode through the front door of her home sore, happy, and full of vigor. The scrimmage had gone swimmingly and the Betty Crackers were definitely ready for their next match. Plus she had finally done something to help get Faye out of her little funk. On the car ride home, Elaine had considered if texting John the address for their party tonight was invasive, but Faye wasn't going to make a move any time soon and Elaine sick of all the whinging. Faye would get lucky and thank her or try to kick her ass. Probably both.

Dropping her bag in the living room she slunk to bedroom where Rick, her husband, was twiddling away on his lap top. He was sprawled on the bed wearing nothing but an old green and red flannel rope, exposing his toned muscular legs. Every bit as much an athlete as Elaine, Rick's body was all toned muscle that rippled and bulged when he moved. Even after six years, watching Rick do anything physical made Elaine's mouth water and her panties misty. He being a ginger only sweetened the deal.

"Hey sweetie! How did the scrimmage go?"

"Fantastic. All the girls are really starting to gel now, even the new ones. We are going to be kicking some major ass once the season starts," explained Elaine pulling off her shoes.

"Where's the after party going to be tonight?" asked Rick as he continued type.

"At McLaren's. I need to meet Faye there."

"Ah. Want to see if your trap works?" Asked Rick with a smirk.

"Yeah, her groupie is going to show up. Never seen such an excited text message before. Good thing too; she really needs to get laid."

"Mmm! I love when you tell me about the Betty's sex lives. Which is the girl who only wears thongs?"

"Ugh! Ape," she said standing up and heading to the bathroom. "I'll be right out."

Elaine stripped out of her uniform and left it in funky heap on the bathroom tiles. She groaned blissfully as the hot water splashed down on her, soothing some of the tension out her aching body. The dirt and sweat of the track ran off her as she rubbed her body down. Elaine couldn't help groaning mischievously as she did. Being on the track with her pulse racing and bodies colliding, touching, and rubbing up against one another never failed to arouse her. It wasn't that she was into women necessarily; it was the adrenaline rush and the contact that did it. How could you not feel a little randy with a group of people panting and moaning and pressing as close to you as possible? On the track she was so focused she hardly ever noticed it. Afterwards her body would positively hum with desire and she would need some relief. I was no secret why Rick supported her participation in roller derby so fervently.

The shower left Elaine's skin pink and her body rejuvenated. The rich purple pools of fresh bruises were beginning to dot her body, setting in nicely near older ones. She admired them like a warrior would admire their hard won battle scars. They made her feel cool, like a champ. With a satisfied nod, she wrapped herself up in her robe and slunk into the bedroom.

"Rick, I need those wonderful hands of yours," purred Elaine as she let the robe slip open. Rick gave his wife an appraising look, clearly enjoying the peep show.

"Anything you need sweetie," he said as he put his laptop down and grabbed a bottle of massage oil.

"Mmm. That'd better be a promise," murmured Elaine.

Rick slid his arms around his wife and peeled off the robe. Elaine stretched across the bed languidly, like a cat stretching in the sun. As much as she enjoyed the badges she earned on the track, she got a devilish delight displaying them to Rick. He chuckled as his eyes roamed her body, absorbing the image. She made a face and lied down flat so he could get to work.

Elaine started a bit as the cold fluid ran down her back, raising goose bumps all over. Rick crouched on the bed and began kneading the muscles in her back. His strong hands and deft movements felt fantastic and Elaine groaned with delight as her aches were worked away by his magic. Rick diligently worked down her body, avoiding the hard won welts and bruises. The more he touched her, the more turned on she became. Her skin was growing hot and she was purring incessantly into a pillow.