Summers Game
The sexual tension had been high for weeks, the club had rules about sexual relationships amongst the players, but we all knew it happened
I was on the verge of a professional contract, so I couldn’t risk anything, but Carrie wasn’t as lucky; she knew her time on the team was up, and it was only a matter of weeks before her roster exchange was completed, and that was that
Except fate works in strange ways, and only two weeks later, we were drawn against her new team; I thought about her a lot in the days leading up to the game, I contemplated texting her, asking to meet up after the game, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it
The day of the game came around, and I was like an excitable school child, except I wasn’t; I was a stunning 18yr old brunette on the verge of a professional women’s soccer career; Carrie was a few years older, a tall blonde with the most fantastic sporting body but sadly not the talent to go with it, this was the highest in the game she’d go, pissed off with how her career has gone she often crossed the line when playing against better teams and we had all joked about how physical the game could be
As we were warming up on the pitch, I was watching her, I’d had a crush on her for a long time, and I’d always got the feeling it was reciprocated, but we’d never acted on it
The match kicked off, and as I was the striker and Carrie was the defender, we were close every time we attacked; not a word was said until mid-way through the first half when we had a corner, as I was trying to find some space in the goal area she was marking me
“Come on, golden girl, try and find some space,” she said in an aggressive tone as I moved around, trying to get in front of her
I didn’t like the aggression in her voice, but I didn’t respond
As the ball came over, I started to move, and she put her knee into the back of my leg, and I went tumbling down; my team mates claimed a penalty, but the referee was having none of it; I picked myself up and got on with the game
Ten mins later, we had a free kick, and as we jostled for space in the area, I once again had Carrie in my back, this time pulling my hair and again whispering bad things in my ear; I was starting to lose my composure, this girl I’d fancied for months wasn’t that nice, and it was affecting me
At half-time, the coach gave me a talking to
“You’re not focusing on the game, find some space, punish them”, she shouted; I wanted to be a professional; I knew I needed to get this girl out of my head
Early in the second half, we had another corner, and once again she was hustling me, bumping into me, putting her knee into my leg and then just as the ball came over into the air, I went to move, and she grabbed my ass roughly, the referee wouldn’t have seen in the crowd of players, but it put me off
The game continued, and soon after I was on the halfway line when we broke away; the ball was knocked forward, and I sprinted onto it, collected the ball, and a few steps later struck it hard, flying past the goalkeeper and into the net, I’d scored, and we were leading
This seemed to make things worse, and at the next corner, I had more hustling, this time she yanked my shorts as I started to move, but I got the better of her, and as the ball lifted over the players, I jumped, connected my head to the ball and steered it into the net, 2-0
Now in complete control of the game. I was once again on the break, but this time, as I was running towards their goal I could see a stampeding Carrie coming at me; as she got closer, I knocked the ball on and for no other reason than spite, she slid in and took my legs from beneath me, sending me flying through the air and hitting the ground hard,
I was furious, and instantly I jumped up and ran towards her, pushing her in the chest in anger, my teammates were there to support me, but as I jumped back at her, I completely lost it and struck her in the face just as the referee was showing her a red card, and they turned to me a protested, but I knew what I’d done was wrong
The players separated us, and there were arguments, but the referee didn’t change their mind, and moments later, we were being marched off the pitch; we angrily walked past our respective benches and down the corridor under the stand
“What the fuck was that about” I shouted angrily at Carrie
“Someone needed to bring you down; you make me sick”, she called back
“Why? We were teammates until a few weeks ago,” I retorted
“Yes, and that’s why I was sick of watching everyone kissing the ass of the best player; you’ve got it all, the skill, the looks and the career ahead of you”, she shouted back
I continued stomping down the corridor until I stopped and turned to her
“That was harsh; you could have injured me,” I snarled as she stopped
“And I was looking forward to seeing you again”, I added angrily
“Me! Why the fuck did you want to see me” she shouted back
“Because believe it or not, I fucking liked you”, I screamed back at her before turning and storming into what I thought was my changing room
The door slammed behind me before I realised I was in a physio room; I turned to leave the room, but as I did so, the door swung open, and Carrie stormed in; she took the three large steps to get to me and immediately grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips, pushing me back towards the physio beds behind me
Her hands were all over my body, and whilst we were kissing, she was manhandling my shirt up and over my breasts; our tongues were passionately fighting for space in each other’s mouths, only parting to pull my shirt up over my head, discarding it on the floor
I was now on my back on the massage table; standing over me, she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her white sports bra, which followed soon after
“Lock the door,” I said seductively as I slowly removed my bra; Carrie turned and locked the door
When she turned back, I was now topless, my small perky pointy B cups not quite as impressive as her rounded breasts; she walked back towards me and, this time leaned down and gently kissed me; this was less passionate, less angry, but just as nice, her head moved down towards my breasts, and she slowly took each one into her mouth, my hands running through her hair
Her journey down my body continued to my shorts, slowly pulling them down, pulling my underwear at the same time, and before I knew it, I was naked except for my long white socks, and I was still wearing my cleats
She stood over me, looking down
“Now you,” I said to her
As she slowly slipped her shorts down over her beautiful hips, I watched as I removed my boots; her little white thong followed soon, exposing a carefully manicured landing strip of pubic hair; she was stunning, with not an ounce of fat on her perfectly toned body, I mean I’d been in enough naked showers with sportswomen, but she was something else, she had curves, not something you see in a sports shower room and boy had I watched her in our shower room
As she kicked her thing off and removed her boots, she stood there naked except for her long blue socks; stepping back towards me, she lifted my tight leg over her shoulder as her lowering head connected with my steaming hot pussy; I’d masturbated many times imagining her doing this to me, even once in the shower after football when I was the only one there, secretly hoping she surprise me
Her tongue whipped around my clit, eating and sucking me with a vigour I hadn’t experienced with the young girls I’d slept with so far; they didn’t have the experience she had; it was mere fumbling, and a race to cum, but Carrie was taking her time, she was building me up to a crescendo, and as I was getting there she stopped, looking up at me
“No, don’t stop”, I cried
She smiled and rotated my legs onto the bed as she stood up; now climbing into the bed herself, Carrie lifted my left leg high over her shoulder as she straddled me, slowly placing her pussy down on mine, and she started to grind herself into me slowly
It felt amazing; I’d never scissored with anyone before; again, it was all down to the inexperience of my other lovers; it was just clit sucking and fingering with the odd 69
But this was very different; as our pussies ground together, we were making love; we had eye contact, she tweaked my nipples and rotated her hips to grind deeper; it felt amazing
“Fuck”, I expressed softly
“You are amazing”, I added
She smiled
“I’ve thought about this a lot over the past few months; I wanted you so badly”, she explained
“Who would have thought a red card would have led to this”’ she joked
I smiled, and as I did so, she started to move again, this time lowering my leg to the table and turning her back towards me, repositioning herself into a 69 and slowly placing her beautiful pussy down on my face for me to get my first taste of her, she did the same, and I devoured her, exploring her insides, my lips wilfully tasted her juice, circling her clit and diving in deep with my tongue
I could feel myself getting closer, she brought me to a thunderous orgasm, and as my thumb strummed her clit, my mouth covered her pussy, and I was very proud to say I made her cum with as much thunder as she had for me
Collapsing next to me at the table, we lay there for a few moments before we started to hear the sound of boots coming down the corridor; we both jumped up; it must have been the end of the game; we hurriedly jumped off the table and grabbed our clothes, putting them back on before anyone opened the door
As we both finished dressing, I saw the handle of the door turn, thankfully it was locked, but Carrie leaned over and unlocked it; in walked one of my team physios
“What are you two doing here?” She asked accusingly
“Oh err, just talking about the game, errm just talking soccer”, ‘I blurted out
She looked at the both of us and shook her head
“Why does everyone choose to fuck on my table,” said the physio laughing
“Now fuck off out of here,” she said, pointing to the door
We walked out in shock; was it that obvious? I guessed we weren’t the only ones to have used that table
As we stepped outside, Carrie caught my hand
“See you in a few weeks?“ she asked
I looked confused
“We’ve got the away leg,” she said, smiling as she walked into her team changing room
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x7g7rz/summers_game_ff