Ball Busters!

Ball Busters! - Chapter 4: Spring Ball-Breakers

It began when Hilda Knutson suggested to her daughters that they would all enjoy using their upcoming Spring Break for a little family get-together, and subsequent road trip.

Bridgette, Norah and Sophie instantly agreed, and eagerly began planning their reunion vacation. After flying home, they'd hit the road and drive to Meyers Bay, a small beach resort town which had been a favorite place to visit when they were kids.

They hadn't been there since they were children, but now that they were young adults, they could finally enjoy all those dance clubs and bars that lined the boardwalk along the beach, with a little help from their fake IDs. The sisters were also "between boyfriends," which meant the timing was perfect!

As Spring Break drew closer, the sisters were talking more and more to plan their trip.

But soon, the boring logistics of travel and lodging were all figured out and inevitably, the Knutsons' conversations turned back to their mutual obsession, and mutual confessions of just wanting to bust some fucking balls again, like back in the good old days!

(Their "good old days" of busting guys' balls with impunity hadn't even been a full year ago. But so far as the impatient young sadists felt, that had been an eternity!)

All three sisters agreed that all the young men around their respective universities were just "too big for their britches," as Mommy would say.

And there was nothing more frustrating, than not being able to do something about it, with a few good kicks to their groins!

A few nights before Spring Break began, the triplets were each in front of their laptops, having another wine-fueled video chat which, naturally, had gone off-topic from discussing the upcoming reunion's final details into sharing their built-up busting-deprivation frustrations.

"The boys around here are just the worst!" whined Norah. "Like, sooooo stupid!! OOoohhhhHH!! I just, like...so, sooooooo wish you guys were here with me, so we could all kick 'em where it counts!"

"Ugghh," groaned Bridgette, "Tell me about it. I was not ready to fuckin' deal with these gross dudes just coming up to me every day around here, asking me to their lame frat parties. Seriously? I've had to force myself not to just push 'em onto the ground, and jump on their nuts!"

Sophie nodded her head solemnly, the light of her small rectangular laptop screen reflecting off her big, round glasses.

"We've been spoiled," she sighed. "It's a terrible thing, no longer being able to assert our female dominance, due to all the structural repression at these universities. I never realized it, but our schools back home were really so much more enlightened."

"Totally," sighed Norah.

"Us Knutsons," said Bridgette, "Aren't meant to be, y'know, good little girls, who just spread their legs for any half-decent lookin' guy, like some of these sorority bitches, am I right?"

"Hey!" cried Norah.

Bridgette shrugged boozily.

"Uhh, not like your sorority, no offensive. Anyways, is it just me? Or do you guys feel like if ya don't kick in some fuckin' nads soon, you're gonna go insane?!"

She took a long drink from her glass of wine, and wiped the corner of her mouth.

"Or is that just me?" she repeated.

"Ohmigosh!" squeaked Norah. "No, I absolutely feel that way too!! I tried asking some of the guys on the football team if I could, like, test out their jockstraps, and they just looked at me like I was crazy! Uhmmm, what kind of football players get scared to let a cheerleader kick him in the balls, when he's already got his jock on for protection?!?"